When I first started smoking, everything was funny. For example, a friend & I were getting ready to leave the house to go to a party. My friend put her son to bed & gave the babysitter instructions. Before we left, her son got out of bed and said,
"Mommy, can I have a peanut butter & jelly sandwich?" After one minute of thinking about his question, I started laughing a little, then a little more, and a little more. I ended up laughing so much and so hard that my stomach and sides hurt. I tried real hard to stop as the kid had a strange look on his face. After I calmed down and thought about what just happened, I started laughing all over again. Long and hard. Needless to say, it took me about one hour to leave the house. We went to the corner store to get cigs and something to drink before we went to the party. It started again, the laughing. This time my friend was laughing also. We laughed so hard and long we could not ask for the items we wanted & gave up. We left the store with nothing. We made a complete fool out of ourselves. We sat in the car and laughed about how stupid we acted in the store. A another hour passed. I drove for what seemed like an hour only to end up at back at my friends house. What did we do? We sat in front of her house and laughed some more. We ended up going inside and going to bed. Never made it to the party. Yes, I spend the night at her house because I did not trust myself to drive.
At the time we were respectable married women in the community, in our 30s who were ashamed to go to the corner store for a very long time.