Disclaimer: I do not own Two and a Half Men.
Before the meeting rooms used to double as smoking areas. Very important decisions were made regarding personnel and very important issues in those places. But now those old times...are like a page from ancient history. Let's go back in time a little and start there.
" Yo! I haven't seen you in the smoking area lately."
" I've quit smoking. It's getting more expensive and missus is always on my back about it."
" Aw, man. So you got on the wagon too, huh?"
" You need to hurry up and get settled down, my friend. You'll see what it's like!"
" Please don't talk to me about women right now."
" Dumped, huh? That's the price you pay for fooli' around. Anyway, unlike you second rate employees, I'm busy."
Every Tom, dick, and Harry's quittin' smoking now. And our company isn't the kind to go against the flow. The whole office has gone no smoking. There are only a couple of smoking oasis left now. They were forced into the most remote corners before I knew it. Now it's only me that smokes. I just can't quit. Stoppin' something I like makes me nervous, and when I'm nervous I *smoke*. Maybe I wouldn't be smoking if I had a reason to live past forty.