Four lines of prose about: the grey area.
Hey, look at that. We're almost free of January!
The security guard came rushing over as soon as he saw the first flick of the lighter; well, it was really more of a purposeful walk, but his thick legs did their very best.
"Excuse me sir, there's no smoking allowed inside the building." Receiving only a face full of smoke in response, he pointed at the sign on the wall and added, "It says so right there, in black and white!"
"Well then I would suggest," Henri replied as he used his briefcase to smash open the nearest window, "that this here is a bit of a grey area."
*For those of you not familiar with Henri, feel free to click his label below to see other occasions he's visited the blog*