A story from the Circle Bar

We were sitting at one of the tables at the Circle Bar last night, drinking and eating our way thorugh several bowls of goldfish crackers. The crackers were very good.

Someone went up to the bar to get another bowl of goldfish crackers. We ate that bowl almost down to the bottom. Some of the fish near the bottom of the bowl had some black stuff on them. My friend Kelli and I both commented on the black stuff. They didn't taste any different, though.

(My God, I was drinking Taaka and tonics and smoking Canadian cigarettes. It's a wonder I still have a tongue this morning.)

Finally, someone ran their finger along the bottom of the bowl. I guess someone then sniffed the said finger, because it was then that the black stuff was identified.

It was cigarette ashes.