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Monday, June 5, 2006

Save my Lungs!

Inspired by the following editorial: http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06155/695338-192.stm

I know a lot of people who smoke. I know there are many who feel that it is their god-given right to light up a fag in the middle of a restaurant and enjoy their smokey-chicken piccata. And you know what? I don't give a shit if they want to slowly kill themselves by pumping their lungs full of smoke and tar. That is their right.

However, I shouldn't have to suffer because of it. It's bad enough that I'll have to think about my smoking friends dying a slow and painful death. I shouldn't be subjected to it either.

I've heard the arguments "If you don't like it, go somewhere else" and "it's my body." That's just selfish and frankly, bullshit.

I do like to patronize restaurants and bars in the city that are smoke free (Rotelli, Six Penn, True, Buca Di Bepo, Boulevard Bistro, Thai Place, La Feria), but I can't always go somewhere else. The smoking restaurants outnumber the non. Plus, there are other times when I can't just go someplace else.

For instance, while standing at a bus stop, waiting for the 13X, I have to deal with the ignorant cows who stand there blowing smoke straight up at me. Can I go somewhere else? No, not really. I should have the right to clean air (as clean as it can be in the city) and so should everyone else. The 13X comes every 5 minutes and takes 10 minutes to get to the Park N' Ride. Do you mean to tell me you can't wait maybe 20 minutes so you can smoke your brains out in your car???

Or like, the other day, I was walking w/ two co-workers at lunch and this pack of bitches in front of me were smoking away and this huge cloud of stench was lingering 10 feet behind them everywhere they walked. My co-worker, said "can we cross, I can't stand the smoke." When we crossed the street, the bitches noticed and LAUGHED!

Ya know, that's just the ignorance that makes me wish that Pittsburgh would be smoke-free in ALL public places. SO that those ignorant asses are forced to cower in some dark alley behind a dumpster and pray that someone doesn't catch them taking a puff from their pall malls.

"But I like to smoke when I drink." Yeah? Well, I'm sure every waitress, bartender, and bus boy/girl in every bar isn't with you on that one. So, next time you light up your ciggie somewhere, take a quick look around you. Not only are you hurting yourself, but every other person downwind.

Oh, and the next time some bitch has the nerve to blow smoke in my face at the bus stop...I'm going to first nicely ask her to blow her filth elsewhere. If she doesn't comply, I'm going to snatch that cigarette and shove it so far up her twat that her next 2 children will be born ashy.

::grumble::I don't walk around blowing my inhaler at strangers...

1 Comments:

At 6/05/2006 9:04 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I assure you that inconsideration is not a trait exclusive to smokers.

In fact, I know quite a few considerate smokers, and more than a few inconsiderate pink lungs.

 

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