Boy am I glad there’ll be no smoking there

Posted by Marc Hodak on May 30, 2007 under Collectivist instinct | Comments are off for this article

Chicago, that is, where I’ll be the next couple days. I hate cigarette smoke. When I was growing up, I nagged my smoking dad so much about the smell that he finally quit (just as I was going to college). If I was driving with him and he wanted to light up, I would make him roll down the window an inch. Even if it was sleeting. (I figured out that one inch was all that was needed to neatly suction out the smoke of a cigarette close to the window of a moving car.) Even then, I’d complain about being to able to smell it. I was a total bastard about the smoke. I just seize up when I smell cigarettes. I literally can’t breath around it. I look for the closest exit so I can catch my breath. I think it has to do with my lung operation as an infant. I really hate cigarette smoke. In fact, there is probably only one thing I hate worse than cigarette smoke: sanctimonious, paternalistic, do-gooding legislators subjecting an entire major city to the same bratiness visited on my poor dad.