Last week, I decided to smoke a pipe, walking the dog. Which is not I normally do since I like to sit down and stare into the abyss of reality thinking of other realities I create myself. I had just popped a fresh tin of Squadron Leader and just had to have that pipe even though it was a pretty hard wind.
Walking down the street of my neighborhood, I saw an old lady that also was out walking her dog. I usually chat with her when I see her and started to trod off in her direction when she shouted from afar "YOU SMOKE A PIPE! MY HUSBAND USED TO SMOKE A PIPE!!", smiling like a madwoman. So the topic of the day was not about dogs, but a long history of her late pipe smoking husband (who went away just a few years ago, right before I started to smoke pipe), how she loved the smell, how he smoked when hunting, fixing the car, sitting on the veranda etc. Me and the lady actually bonded better over the pipe than over the dogs. She seemed happier also.
Which made me happier as well.