[ WP ] Describe a typically boring scene in an interesting way .

I stared at the side of the puffy, sweaty, dark brown face that was looking straight ahead at the two seagulls strutting around twenty feet from the loading dock of the warehouse we both sat side-by-side on the edge of with our legs dangling off of. He raised his hand holding the cigarette to his mouth, leaning forward now that his weight was no longer supported from behind by both hands. His eyes squinted as he dragged on the familiar object which was insignificant to him with its ritualized part in his everyday life, yet it was such an iconic object to myself as I saw the object as a symbol for blatant disregard for consequences. He exhaled a thin grayish-white cloud and briefly allowed his focus to set on it before allowing it to settle back on the seagulls. His head twitched left and his eyes pointed into mine as his deep, scratchy voice began to roll, `` You tired, man?'' 
 
 `` Sort of. I just felt like taking a smoke break. It's hot in that cage of boxes,'' I responded. 
 
 `` You're old enough to buy cigarettes?'' He said through his yellow, spacey grin. 
 
 `` No, and I do n't smoke,'' I responded through my own spacey, less yellow grin, and he mirrored with his. He understood what I meant. Everyone in a position higher than the lowest took constant smoke breaks. They were always out on the dock. They swore and puffed their little tubes, and they were all miserable. I humored myself with the idea that they only smoked to put themselves in a grave sooner, away from the jobs they drudged through between smoke breaks. 
 
 He flicked his cigarette out at the seagulls and they were unfazed, and he swung himself up onto his feet on the dock as he asked, `` You ready to move some more boxes?'' I swung myself up as he did and he got the message that I was in fact ready to move boxes, but the message he did not receive was that I was not ready to move boxes until I died with lungs filled with tar. 

