At Least I Can Still Smoke In My Car!
That's a bumper sticker I was following the other day. The big pickup truck had a small American flag decal and a big American flag with an eagle covering the whole back window. There was also a poor little copyright-ignored Calvin peeing on something. He's always urinating on an object I can't quite make out.
Yes. At least smokers can still smoke in their cars. But they don't. Have you noticed that? Even in the rain, one or two fingers and a thumb are sticking out of the top of the window, holding the smoldering cigarette out into the drizzle. I've actually experienced more second-hand smoke driving, since people can't smoke anywhere inside.
Do you think they think it's against the law to smoke inside their own cars?
I smoked three packs a day for twenty-four years, right up until July 5, 1992. Now I hate cigarette smoking and can't believe my eyes when someone I know and love still smokes. I mean it. I am amazed when I see them light up. I'm in denial about it for them. "You still smoke?" I'll ask, incredulously. I'll ask that five times a week if that's how often I see them. I just can't get it through my head that everybody didn't quit smoking on July 5, 1992.