I'm not a smoker, but there is something familiar and vaguely comforting about the places we go for our breaks, even if we choose to spend the time alone with our thoughts. Our ten minutes of peace and solitude in the (fingers crossed) fresh air and away from the helter skelter of work. As an outside observer, these places often look pretty shabby, but who among us wouldn't choose to sit in a rickety chair or pace around a loading dock if given the chance to escape the drudgery of work for a few minutes? I wonder what the architect had in mind for this little space. I don't think it was a planned smoking zone. I'm pretty sure folks smoked in their offices when this building was constructed.
