Health Conscious

I was catching up on some blog reading. This one reminds me of a dinner with Swamiji at a restaurant recently. Swamiji, being a walking chimney, was profusely inhaling his favorite beedies when a fat female came up to him, and requested he stop creating tantric patterns of smoke.

Nothing chaps me worse than to have some fat glutton complain about second-hand cigarette smoke in a restaurant while she is eating enough food to feed an entire village. THAT'S a really health-conscious person right there, wearing a size 72 waist pants.

Story not over – Later from the parking lot, Om Swami ran back to the restaurant and retrieved the half burned cigarette he had to abandon there. As soon as he got back inside the car, he lit it up, inhaled a big puff, and shouted – “Second hand smoke, my aching ass”.