You Don't Wanna Smoke Like It's The Sixties

Jack brought in a pile of photographs to show his co-workers. The photographs were all old and yellowed and each of them prominently featured a younger version of Jack wearing a mustard colored suit and smoking a cigarette in a former, now certainly demolished, office. "I was quite the handsome business man, wasn't I?" Jack said, wiggling his eyebrows. "That was back when everyone smoked in their offices. It was back when a gentleman was a gentleman and a lady was a lady." Nobody, here in the present, knew what to say about the pictures, and so they said nothing. Jack, upset that they didn't seem to care, waited a long silent minute before finally placing his stack of photographs prominently in the center of his modern-day desk, complete with one of those new-fangled computer things and the noticeable absence of an ashtray and a subservient, steno-pad holding lady in waiting.