Smoking anything is a nasty, nasty habit. Yuck! Worse? Cigar smoking! Unlucky for us, we have both in far too close of proximity.
We are in what is essentially an end of row brownstone. As such, we share one wall with our neighbor, who we have dubbed "Smoking Man." Now, I don't know how these buildings were designed but I do know that for the most part they seem pretty good. However, there seems to be a fatal flaw in two places; the attic and a small triangular cupboard in my kitchen where I keep my bags. Every time I get a bag out I also get a nice whiff of stale cigarette smoke. And that smoky essence on our camping supplies? Well it sure isn't from a campfire.
As if that wasn't enough, our neighbor across the street is the cigar man. Only he doesn't smoke in the privacy of his own home, he smokes in his well-ventilated car, which he usually parks right in front of our house. Whenever we come home and he's there, we have to make a mad dash inside and hope we didn't leave our windows down.
I suppose it is possible our future neighbors will also be smokers, but at very least, I won't be sharing a wall with them. Plus I'll have a lot more private air space.
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Grody. Besides, whenever I see people standing outside their home/store/any building smoking, I want to say to them, "Sure, keep your own air in your own house nice and smoke free, but pollute the air outside where I am walking past." I always want to say it, but I never actually do.
"Grody" now THAT is a great word. Smoking. What a horrible habit with no redeeming qualities and I am always appalled at people who smoke in their cars. But I guess they don't care.
An old favorite movie of mine and my bro's is "High strung". It's basically a guy alone in his apartment railing on all subjects that bother him. He touches on smoking, and I always think of one of the things he says-- he mentions smoker's will power and how people say they are going to quit and an hour later you see them with a butt sticking out of their mouths. He ponders, "what if Gandhi had that kind of will power?"
"I will not eat until there is complete freedom and..........is that a Butterfinger?"
Good stuff. I'm excited for you guys and your new digs.
... so you're moving to the suburbs, where you're more likely to have the FBI raid the meth lab next store ...!
Ami:
I can tolerate almost anything except cigar smoke. And, even after someone smoking a cigar passes down the street, the smell lingers and lingers. Yuk. You may remember our neighbor in Dana Point who smoked cigars. Nothing worse.
Su Padre
Ugh...we can relate. Except we affectionately call our chain- smoking neighbor, "Smokey the Bear." Sad when you can't even open your windows to let in the cool, evening breeze. Lucky you to escape some of that!
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