Thursday, November 17, 2005

Hey, you got your black nicotene in my pink lungs!

In honor of national Smokeout Day, I've been trying to come up with a habit/vice/fetish/hobby that is more invasive to other people than smoking.

And guess what?

I can't think of a single one.

If you hang out with, live or work in the same building as, or shop at the same store as a smoker, chances are, your personal space has been invaded by their smoke at one time or another.

I'm not saying that smokers shouldn't have the right to smoke, I'm just saying that I should have the right NOT to smoke. I think it sucks that smokers are having their right to foster and develop cancer systematically taken away by the government, but there are still people in this world who sort of like breathing... and not smelling like an ass-tray... oops, I meant ashtray (but not really)

I'm not complaining about places that are supposed to be smoky - bars, clubs, concerts, bowling alleys, crack houses, opium dens, downtown Las Vegas - If I choose to go into any of those places, I expect to come out smelling like Tara Reid looks, but if I'm just shopping for underwear, duct tape, fishing lures and cat litter at Wal*Mart, I don't want to have to walk through a thick fog of nicotine to have to get to my car.

If you absolutely insist on having some self destructive, completely gross habit, why not make it something in which the general public doesn't have to unwillingly participate - like heroin use, NASCAR memorabilia collecting, risky sex, or extreme volleyball?

Just trying to help.