Remember when the war on tobacco started in the 1980’s?
“All we want is just a couple of tables for non-smokers.”
That didn’t last long, did it?
My cigars outdoors work as Karen repellents.
They run away screaming—they are convinced that smelling one puff will kill them on the spot.
Follow the magic!
It started in the ‘70s at least. The ‘70s was still common to have smokers, so us non-smokers started being relegated to the closed rooms. In the ‘80s they pulled the switcheroo so now we were starting to see the smokers in a bubble. Then they were kicked out altogether in the ‘90s. I recall when I first started as a professional. Hung out with my super and another new girl. Both of them smoked. In the winter, I was appalled how we went down to the loading docks so they could be somewhat warm while smoking.