It’s hard to believe that there are so many smokers still around. No matter what the weather, they’re out there drawing on those cylindrical sticks as if they’re lifelines to riches, pulling nicotine deep into their lungs, and then blowing vile-smelling smoke into the air.
Every morning outside the gym at 5:45 a.m. the same lady sucks deeply as she holds a cheap cup of coffee to sip between inhalations. Doesn’t matter that the wind chill is frigid enough to freeze eyebrows. She must be enjoying every drag—or why would she be out there? Possibly it’s more an ugly compulsion because she certainly doesn’t look happy or rapturous as she locks lips with her white slender friend.
What about the “huddlers”—those cigarette buddies that gather around garbage bins, fences and walls alongside office buildings? For smokers it’s a great time to gossip or catch up on company news. For non-smokers, it’s a bit of an obstacle course, maneuvering to avoid inhaling second-hand smoke or having it infiltrate clothes.
What about smoking parents? Don’t they care what they’re teaching their kids (never mind that they may be smoking in the wee ones’ presence and, thus, polluting teeny tiny lungs)?
Oh well, who am I to condemn others for their [questionable] habits? We all have vices. Some just seem a lot healthier than others.