We used to have smoking lounges at work. That wasn't good enough. Now they don't even want us CLOSE to work!
Posted on 11/15/2002 1:46:24 AM PST by The Raven
Edited on 04/23/2004 12:05:02 AM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
We used to have smoking lounges at work. That wasn't good enough. Now they don't even want us CLOSE to work!
They will have to put a bag on their heads. This crap has to stop!
Exactly and that is the way it should be and all that the vast majority of smokers are asking for. It's the insistance of the anti-smokers that the government has to take care of it instead of speaking to their employers or the owners of their favorite establishments that drive us crazy.
We are working VERY hard to get the word out, johnny. Believe me! The discrimination against smokers today has gotten way out of hand. Talk about being pushed to the back of the BUS! We aren't even ALLOWED on the bus!
By the way, the very fact that the name "Smoke Nazis" has come into common use shows what people really feel about this dispicable crew.
SO9
They used to work here in Delaware - but starting November 27 they will no longer.
Front page story this morning was how 10 applications for waivers to the total smoking ban have been denied. this includes the state nursing home - which has a seperate building just for their smoking patients and personel and another hospital with a similar "hut." According to the state they are "indoor public places" and therefore smoking is prohibited. Same with several restaurants that built seperately ventilated fully enclosed rooms that seperated smoking and non-smoking - even to the extent they had seperate entrances.
it has gone WAY too far.
That is so sad, Gabz. Really makes me wonder why they just don't ban the damn stuff. Can't smoke anywhere. Why bother selling it. Yea right. We all know the reason for not banning it, right?
Stick a sock in it.
In bars, the last public place you can go to be a dropout, a nonconformist, refusenik, a time waster, a bohemian, a hider from reality, a bum, a rebel, a bore, a heathen. The last public place in which you can really wallow in your own and others' human messiness. The last place where you can still take part in that great American tradition, leaving the teeming marching soldiers of capitalism outside to go inside, quit the race, retreat and have a drink and fire up a Marlboro and . . . think, fantasize, daydream, listen to Steely Dan or Sinatra, revel in your loser-tude, play the Drunken Misery Scene in the movie of your life…
I love bars.
And, though I haven’t smoked since seventh grade, I love smokey bars.
Or a trash can:
A front page article in this morning's newspaper was about how all applications for waiver's to the upcoming total statewide smoking ban were rejected.
Two of these requests came from long-term care facilities that had previously built what they termed "smoking huts" for their patients and personnel. Seperate buildings - just for smokers - the waivers were denied - and one of these is a state owned facility.
The guy that created that bumper sticker and the one about the governor is absolutely irrate at the moment - Stan Glantz stated in a guest opinion in the newspaper yesterday that he is a former tobacco lobbyist. He informed me his only connection to the tobacco industy is he is a smoker.
Even a woman making the fart analogy. What a deep stinker thinker.
Nobody knows the trouble I'se seen...
I wish more smokers would realize that many of us non-smokers literally become physically sick around their smoke -- it is NOT an issue of us being judgmental, prissy, or dictatorial. I am a defender of personal freedoms to the nth degree, but that doesn't mean I should have to put up with upset stomachs, dizziness, headaches, etc. from nearby smokers. It is an issue of courtesy.
One of the happiest days of my life was when they banned smoking on the commuter trains to NYC, in Penn Station, and in NYC office buildings (in the mid-'80s). And, ironically, it was ALWAYS the smoking cars on the commuter trains which would forever be barely occupied, while 80% of the rest of us riders were crammed shoulder-to-shoulder in the non-smoking cars of the trains, packed like sardines for the entire commuter ride to the City. I also used to get angry waiting for up to an hour for a restaurant table in non-smoking, while half of the entire dining room, reserved for smokers, would be barely occupied.
I also think you were justified in asking your father to smoke outside, and it was gracious of him to accommodate you. My mother used to smoke three packs a day when I was little, and I used to beg her to quit. I also couldn't stand the smell of it, even as a child. She finally did stop, but only after I went to college.
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