bartenderbaby

Oh stinky smoke. I hate the smell of cigarettes. When the proposed law for non-smoking in public places was on the ballot I skipped happily to the polls to place my vote. Obviously I was not the only one to do so because here we are. No smoking….ahh bliss, clean air to breathe at work and no more going home smelling like a dirty ashtray. This is the life.

Wait, no it’s not. Now all the smokers are being denied their god-given privilege to pollute the oxygen inside where it’s warm/cool/dry. So who is right? This is the argument I get at least three times a week. (Never-mind the smokers’ patio that was built specifically for you.) Anytime I view my side of the equation I am harshly told that non-smokers can choose not to come to the bar. Now who’s rights are being denied?

That’s only the patron side of the argument. We could discuss the co-worker smoker epidemic too. These guys get all the breaks. Literally. They get little ten minute breaks all day long to go puff it up. Do non-smokers get the same deal? No. Generally, we have to stay inside and pick up the slack while they’re gone.

Then, there’s the trash factor. There are big butt receptacles by all the entrances, yet these puffers feel the need to flick their butts on the ground. That’s just gross and somebody has to clean them up. (Not me!)

I know my opinion is not that of the minority, the no smoking law was approved by a huge margin. Those butt-suckers can sure make you feel like it though. They rally around each other and gang up on us clean air lovers like we’re mortal enemies.

Well, I say to you smokers, when you wake up at 40 sounding like a 70 year old man with emphysema and looking at a catchers mitt full of yellow Chiclets in the mirror we’ll all know who was right.

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