Standing aloof from the crowd, as is my wont, I was enjoying an after meal smoke. Approx. 25 feet from me, three younger types began their version of polite coughing and gagging routine. They told me the second hand smoke was bothering them. I replied that, in that case, they had better move back another 150 feet, as I was about to drop trow, and at that distance, they might be safe from being offended.
Needless to say, no one bothered me for the rest of the afternoon.