"One of the people I talked to" in that previous post was Helen Anderson, who told me hair-raising stories of having worked at the Sun Oil refinery in South Philadelphia. Once she was inspecting a gasometer, which is a pillbox-shaped storage bunker for hydrocarbons, the size of a large building. As she came up over the top of the curved roof, what did she see on the other side of the roof but a refinery worker SMOKING A CIGARETTE.
Smoking anywhere on the refinery grounds (never mind on top of the fucking gasometer) was cause for instant dismissal. When the guy saw Helen appear on the roof, he tried to save his job by swallowing the cigarette.
It didn't work.
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