The office building where I work happens to be on a major bus route through the downtown. When I'm standing outside, satisfying the nicotine craving, I can't help but notice the 'kilt checks' from the transit riders.

I often wave, and sometimes salute (which hurts becase I've forgotten about the lit cigarette), which causes a collective 'eyes front'.

It's a real treat to see a baker's dozen, when the bus driver does the check, too. So far, I have not contributed to any traffic accidents.

Lee