ok, i went to a bar last night. and as you might know, new york now has a ‘no smoking in bars’ rule that was put into effect a few weeks ago.
and compliance has been good.
but last night i went to a bar that wasn’t observing the ‘no smoking in bars’ rule. which in theory doesn’t bother me at all. but then i woke up this morning with my eyes burning and my clothes stinking of cigarette smoke and my throat sore, and i realized just how much i like this ‘no smoking in bars’ rule.
cigarette smoke doesn’t bother me all that much, in general. but a small place with no ventilation and wall-to-wall people all smoking like philip morris employees at an aa meeting, and it was pretty rough.
that’s it. another pointless little journal entry about something that is of little or no importance.
the bar that so flagrantly flouted the ‘no smoking in bars’ rule shall remain nameless, cos i’m just a loc’d punk.
yeah, me, the crazy punk.
nothing says ‘crazy punk’ like scrabble and tea.
moby
