bigbudf92

I'm talking to Mark on the phone. I am aware that Mark himself has followed the same path previously - he tells me I can smoke a cigarette in this elevator. I proceed to light the cigarette, but do not smoke it, as I am inside a building and I'm conflicted by the knowledge that indoor smoking normally is not allowed. The elevator takes me to the top floor, as Mark says bye and I hang up. I get out the elevator and search for the exit to the roof so I can smoke - I go outside and find myself in an open-air railway station.
I'm still not sure if I'm allowed to smoke here - usually no smoking is permitted at railway stations. My cigarette is still lit, but I haven't toked it. I see a dude lighting up a cigarette, and feel like his desperation for a cigarette outweighs his consideration for the legality of it.
I cross the rail tracks and almost get hit by a train, but jump away just in time. I climb a steel, box-shaped object in the middle of the tracks, where I know I'll be safe. From my vantage point I can see a mother shouting and swearing at her daughter. The daughter thinks she is an adult now and can do what she wants, but the mother disagrees, and is still shouting and swearing. The daughter salutes the mother ironically, as if she were an army general ordering her around. The mother passes nearby so I say to her in a rather patronising fashion "excuse me. I can see you're trying hard to be a good mother, and that's great. But just calm down and slow down a bit, and take some deep breaths". The mother tells me she's been told to do the breathing before, and thanks me anyway. I squeeze her hand gently before she leaves.

[Note: I quit smoking a month and a week ago - clearly this has something to do with the strange smoking dilemna]