In the past year, our state passed a law restricting, mostly eliminating, locations where smokers can “light up.” Some in more ways than others…. Restaurants in particular have special, quirky rules that are tied to the percentage of food versus alcohol sales. Over or under a set food sales percentage determines whether or not smoking is permitted in each location.
There has been quite a hubbub about the decision. The rights of smokers vs those of non-smokers have been weighed and debated ad nauseum. As a non-smoker formerly married to a smoker, I appreciate how difficult breaking the smoking habit can be. My favorite line of all time was when he told me “It’s amazing how crabby you get every time I try to quit smoking.” I burst out laughing then (which added fuel to the fire instead of defusing the situation, as intended) and I laugh now when I think about what he said. Just a touch of hubris, but fortunately for him, he was finally successful in breaking the habit. The point is, I get it. I know it’s tough. I wish it were different for each smoker’s sake.
That said, I couldn’t resist noting that, once again, Easter around this neck of the woods has a way of getting tied to the vices in life. See my previous posting at:
First alcohol, now smoking:
This purveyor of wares is also famous for another sign that is proudly displayed, previously on the overhead sign, now permanently on the side of the building:
One can only hope that the person who wheels in is picking up a six-pack to take to a party at a later exit, not, well, you know where I’m headed.