You know that feeling you get after a long day of traveling. You know what I mean. You've been in airports all day, one layover to the next, delays and cancellations have made you almost lose your s*#$. You finally land and it seems like the people in front of you will never get off the plane. You manage to get off the plane and make your way past the escalators and people lining up for baggage claim.
You step outside, pull out your pack, and spark your cigarette of choice. That first sweet hit and all your problems melt away...