Your boss has been riding your ass all week.
You missed lunch because you were trying to meet a deadline.
You have 10 minutes to yourself before you get the train home and straight into 'parental responsibility zone'.
Waiting at the pedestrian crossing you light a cigarette and let yourself unwind just a little bit.
And then you feel a small hand tugging at your trousers at knee level.
You look down and smile tiredly at the little girl staring up at you.
"Hello love," you say.
"You're going to die you know," she pipes in a cheerful fashion.
You stare at her blankly.
You didn't need that, you think to yourself, as the child's mother apologises and drags her away. You could have done right without that.
"Sweetie, you do NOT say that to people!" the mother says as she herds the kid down the street.
"But he was SMOKING! And you said that smoking kills you and-"
"You do NOT say that to people! It isn't polite!"
"Neither is DEATH!"
"Where do you GET this stuff?"*
What did I do to deserve that? You wonder as the light turns green and you cross towards the train station.
Nothing fella, nothing at all.
To the man minding his own business at the pedestrian crossing and all the people like him, on behalf of my four year old self - I apologise.
But honestly my intentions were good.
*And no, I don't know where I got it either.