You know exactly what I’m talking about with this one. You’re sitting in a room and chimney comes and sits next to you. You’re trying to rush into a public building but have to first navigate an illegal gauntlet of smokers lining the sidewalks and entryway.
It’s days like these that probably make it a good thing for my safety that I topped off at 5′ 4″ and have no intention of really exercising any of the razorback that wants to come out and play with those smokers’ ankles.
I seem to be completely incapable of separating someone’s infinite other qualities once I know they are a smoker, let alone a chain smoker who has a smoker’s cough as a result of years of abuse. Colleagues: get away and send me an e-mail, but your IQ has dropped 45 points in my book. Family: I know you not, for you are too stupid to have come from the same spawn as I.
Served with a dose of genetic freak-ness that doesn’t even give me a chance to have a normal pulmonary life, I mentally and emotionally retaliate against smokers. It even happened at a family function last year when I found out that my 19-yr old cousin had gone outside to take a smoke when I thought he was just going out to his camper to get his laptop. Coming into the kitchen smelling like an ashtray, my pupils narrowed and he was crossed off my list of “acceptable” people. I can at least understand why prostitutes sell their bodies to make enough money to keep a roof over their two kids’ heads after their deadbeat husbands leave them, but I can’t come to terms with smokers.
I don’t think smokers should be eligible for lung transplants, either. Period. They did it to themselves 100% in a way that a CFer couldn’t come close to by through non-compliance, as that can come about from any number of reasons and lack of means to take care of oneself.
It’s days like these that probably make it a good thing for my safety that I topped off at 5′ 4″ and have no intention of really exercising any of the razorback that wants to come out and play with those smokers’ ankles.
I seem to be completely incapable of separating someone’s infinite other qualities once I know they are a smoker, let alone a chain smoker who has a smoker’s cough as a result of years of abuse. Colleagues: get away and send me an e-mail, but your IQ has dropped 45 points in my book. Family: I know you not, for you are too stupid to have come from the same spawn as I.
Served with a dose of genetic freak-ness that doesn’t even give me a chance to have a normal pulmonary life, I mentally and emotionally retaliate against smokers. It even happened at a family function last year when I found out that my 19-yr old cousin had gone outside to take a smoke when I thought he was just going out to his camper to get his laptop. Coming into the kitchen smelling like an ashtray, my pupils narrowed and he was crossed off my list of “acceptable” people. I can at least understand why prostitutes sell their bodies to make enough money to keep a roof over their two kids’ heads after their deadbeat husbands leave them, but I can’t come to terms with smokers.
I don’t think smokers should be eligible for lung transplants, either. Period. They did it to themselves 100% in a way that a CFer couldn’t come close to by through non-compliance, as that can come about from any number of reasons and lack of means to take care of oneself.
Any other CFers in my boat paddling with me?