Some of you are not going to appreciate this post because you are smokers and I am not always a nice guy, but if you read a curmudgeon’s blog what do you expect.
Dear Smokers in my office building,
I’d like to thank you for your lack of courtesy and respect for those of us who are not interested in serving as human ashtrays. I appreciate your addiction to nicotine and understand that when you do not get your fix you grow irritable because I too get irritable about little things such as having to wade through the carcinogenic cloud you spew in front of the building.
I know that your tiny overtaxed lungs beg for mercy and that you consider it an imposition to have to smoke outside. And I know that some of you think that it is funny to smoke a half step outside of the entrance to the building.
I know this because I have heard your complaints about the lack of a smoking section and your cries about discrimination and they do warm the cockles of my heart. Some of you have tried to justify your addiction by claiming that just breathing city air is bad for you and that smoking doesn’t make it any worse. Others have pooh-poohed claims of the danger of secondhand smoke and made other specious remarks about how intolerant nonsmokers are.
And you are right, many of us are not tolerant. I am not. I don’t need to be nice or understanding about a habit that is dangerous. I don’t need to apologize or pull punches for saying that I don’t want to breathe your crap and that your selfish needs are making a problem for many people.
Your addiction is part of the reason why healthcare costs are what they are. I can’t quantify it for you or give you an exact number, but we all know that smoking is bad for you. We know that the smokers suffer from more health issues and that there are many side issues. It is not a secret.
And we know many of the arguments about how you are only impacting yourself, but the reality is far different. At least be honest. Tell me that you are a selfish bastard who doesn’t care whether I like smoking or not. Be direct, be upfront, be a grownup.
I don’t smoke cigarettes, but I have been known to enjoy the occasional cigar. One day I think that I am going to help some of the building smokers understand what we undergo by bringing a few stogies. It should be fun to watch your faces scrunch up and listen to you cough.
This has been a message of the Jack’s Shack screw you broadcast system.