What’s That Smell in the Mailroom?

Eight months after I wrote about my quest to find the smokiest bar in town, I received a package today from one of the finalists. The Clarette Club sent me a T-shirt that lauded its cigarette-friendly status. The front of the forest-green shirt is emblazoned with a drawing of a 12-armed Buddha. Each hand holds a cigarette, and the words “Smoke – Free of Charge” appear under the sacrilicious figure. The back of the T-shirt reads: “We’re so politically incorrect WE STINK.” Not surprisingly, the shirt and the envelope reeked of smoke.