There can be no underestimation of how precious the Midtown cigarette break is. Indeed, it is the life blood that streams through the Midtown office worker’s veins, renewing energy and a strong enough presence of will to carry on. While many Midtowners vacillate between the importance of gym workouts and eating salads from Chop’t, the daily indulgence in a cigarette break cannot be denied.
Not only is it the perfect excuse to take leave from your cubicle during the cruel eight-hour span during which you must sit in the same place, but it’s also a great way to find out which of your co-workers is a semi-passable bad ass versus which ones are total narcs who probably live in Astoria. Because, let’s face it, the last thing you want is to share a cigarette with someone who’s content with their station in life, as the old adage, “Misery loves company” (just not the company they work for), is especially resonant in Midtown.