YOU see your train in the distance heading towards the station. You frantically load the coins into the ticket machine but the final £1 coin is rejected by the machine. You feed the coin in again but the result is the same! You glace up and notice the train pulling onto the platform. Like a possessed gambler on a Fruit Machine, you continue to feed the coin in again … and again … and again. Success! Your £1 coin is finally accepted by disobedient ticket machine and you have your ticket to ride.
As you run down the stairs to the platform, you’re met by a multitude of passengers exiting. ‘Sorry’ is the only word that continually comes out your mouth as you dodge, weave and crash into the oncoming traffic of passengers. You’ve made it to the platform just as the beeps for the doors closing kicks in … five seconds left for you to jump on! You make a last ditched effort to jump on … one final burst of speed … almost there but disaster strikes as you ankle does a 90 degree turn and you suddenly find yourself flat on your back! The beeps end and the doors slam shut. The train then creeps out of the station.
What can you do? Nothing!
Any point getting angry? No.
You’re totally broken (mentally and physically) as you muster up enough strength to prop yourself up against the post bearing the station name. You reach inside your pocket and pull out a box of Hamlet and a small box of matches. You light up the mild cigar and Puff … Puff … Puff … leaving a clouds of smoke in the air like a stationary steam train. Ahh that’s better.
All of a sudden the events of the last couple of minutes seem mundane. Thought’s begin to flood your mind and you come to the conclusion that you’re glad you missed the train as you puff away in your new found comfy spot. ‘Why is everyone rushing?’ you ask yourself as observe passengers dashing dashing around like clusters of Ants.
Hamlet … it’s incredible how the mild cigar takes the edge off a frustrating situation … after a few puffs any situation will feel like no big deal. Relationship issues? After a few puffs rational thinking will kick in and you’ll be wondering what all the fuss was about. The Boss giving you a hard time at work? Just head outside and get puffing! Wrapped your car around a lamp post? Get a few puffs in whilst waiting for the recovery truck.
Happiness does not come from a fat salary, spending time with loved ones or jetting off for a exotic holiday. True happiness comes from puffing on the mild cigar after you’ve landed on your backside! Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet … the mild cigar.