Thanks for being so good-humoured about my early morning grump of a post *g* Good to get another perspective. Isn't there a Stephen King short story where all the people who go outside to smoke (the Ten O'Clock People) survive by all being outside of the building when whatever horror it is hits? I do think that probably one reason why I never acquired the habit of seeing much live music is because of not wanting to be in smoky places - but I suspect my behaviour patterns are set now and a smoking ban won't alter that.
One of the saddest sights I ever saw: stopping over in LA on a flight between London and Sydney. A fellow passenger falls out of the plane and asks one of the airline staff where she can smoke. "Honey," it's explained to her, "this is the state of California."
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Date: 2006-02-15 11:01 pm (UTC)One of the saddest sights I ever saw: stopping over in LA on a flight between London and Sydney. A fellow passenger falls out of the plane and asks one of the airline staff where she can smoke. "Honey," it's explained to her, "this is the state of California."