Alfie was smoking on a bus. She stared at him confused. “Why does the cigarette’s side glow?” she wondered. “Is it a Shisha pipe?” she asked herself.
She shifted in her seat, consternation furrowing her brow. “These uncouth youth,” she muttered, “Doesn’t he know it is against the law to smoke on a bus?”
Alfie knew his actions were wrong, but so what? No one was going to get hurt. After all, it was only an electric cigarette.