That's always the first and only symptom. No redness of eyes, inflamation of esophogeal pathways, none of the real stuff.
Just mainly the bitching and complaining.
Don't get me wrong. I stand hundreds of yards away after the bitching and complaining.
Well, and point and laugh and make fun of them.
As I said, they will get their chance when I wheeze my last. They can lean over and whisper "I told you so". If they outlive me. Lardbutts probably won't though.
/johnny
You mean, nobody starts with “Johnny, why do you think my eyes are red? Here take this scope, why do you think my trachea (not esophageal pathways) are abnormally inflamed?”
rather than
“this smoke really bugs me — could we arrange to be in different places when you smoke?”