461- So, I find myself understanding my father more and more as I get older. My Dad quit smoking when I was a little kid. I vaguely remember the camel un-filtered he used to smoke. The thing is, once my old man quit he became the biggest hater of second hand smoke I can remember. He also had nothing but distain for smoking and smokers. Sure he was quiet about his opinion most of the time with family members, but strangers often got an earful. Usually friendly advice that the poison was bad for them, but sometimes not so friendly... Anyway, I find myself enraged by inconsiderate smokers of late. I feel sorry for people I see using smokeless and smoking, but when I am unfortunate enough to catch a wiff of the poison smoke I want to loose my mind! I have always been irritated physically by second hand smoke (who isn't?), but I think the thing that really makes me upset is the thought of getting any nicotine in my system from the death cloud. Thankfully most people today are considerate and remove themselves to some remote spot before lighting up their filthy cancer sticks, but sometimes the designated smoking area is too close to me, and worst of all there are still times when, for whatever reason, people light up right in a crowd.... I want to go to these people and, after extinguishing their smoke by smothering the cherry on their forehead, explain to them that not everyone appreciates their bullshit! I miss you Dad, but now that I am quit too I understand some of the things you used to do.
