On occasion, when I do go to a bar - I expect to have wade threw a crowd of smokers - that goes with the territory. However, when I go to a doctors appointment with my kids for a prenatal check up - I shouldn't have to walk through a cloud of smoke to get into the office as I did last week. But my anger turned to pity and then amusement. The guy entertained me while I waited to get in to see the doctor. You see, in the twenty minutes I waited; he finished his smoke (threw his butt on the sidewalk) came inside, waited 5 minutes and couldn't be without a cigarette in his hand for so long so had to run outside and light up again. All the while fidgeting like a crack addict. It would have been funny if it wasn't so sad.
Here’s an honest answer-I don’t give a damn if you die tomorrow.
You fit the smoke nazi profile to a tee.
What is sad is you are teaching your pathetic ways to your children. When there are no more smokers who are you going to teach them to hate?
I smoked in the delivery room. So did the OB/GYN.
Of course, this was in 1982 and 1984, when people actually valued their freedom.