Whenever older folks tell me they want to return to what the U.S. was like I think about the times I had to ask for a non-smoking table only to wait an extra 10 minutes just to sit somewhere where I could still smell the sweet aroma of stale cigarettes like a pound of ash that was fermented with moldy potatoes being stuffed up my nostrils.
Whenever older folks tell me they want to return to what the U.S. was like I think about the times I had to ask for a non-smoking table only to wait an extra 10 minutes just to sit somewhere where I could still smell the sweet aroma of stale cigarettes like a pound of ash that was fermented with moldy potatoes being stuffed up my nostrils.
Somehow underselling how much it sucked.
After having to stroll through the smoking section none the less
Counter point- I miss being able to smoke in bars