Smoker's habits

As I sit down to an empty article and think of what to write about, I always reach for hand cream, and then awkwardly sit with cream on palms, because now I can't write. Much better than sitting completely motionlessly. Maybe the same reason I reach for the smokes?

And, speaking of smoking, the worst five seconds happened five hours ago. I'm walking towards the shop on a rather narrow sidewalk. It's cold, so I have my gloves in pockets and a cigarette in my mouth by itself. A woman walks towards me and, not wanting to accidentally blow smoke in her face, take the cigarette out of my mouth with the mittens, but those are mittens and you can't handle the cigarette with mittens, so I play the Hot Potato with actually juggling a burning object in my hands, and while I do that, I miss the sidewalk and stumble. And, obviously, lose the smoke, as well as respect from the random stranger observing me.