Warning: Smoking causes Irritable Bloggers.
Do Non Smokers Have Rights
As a non smoker – OK you dragged it out of me – a reformed smoker! I have become frustrated giving up only to inhale the fumes without the filter.
Yes, it’s a rave. Yes, I know there is nowhere else to smoke. Yes, smokers have a right to smoke (currently). But why is it I have to share?
Reclaiming the Corners
There are only a handful of spots in the city, within a reasonable proximity, that would be a nice place to sit down and eat lunch. Yet I never ordered smoked sandwiches!
What is it about the die hard smokers today? When I was a smoker I was considerate of others – even I didn’t like to eat lunch with cigarette smoke being blown all over me.
For the third time in the past couple of weeks my lunch has been overwhelmed by the inundation of smokers.
Come on, give a guy a break – can’t I occupy a small corner of the city without being encapsulated by a cocoon of smoke?
The Sounds of Battle
As Sydney continues its stroll through the winter months, a patch of sun is proving the battleground for lunchtime activities.
But how do I compete? The chomping on a sandwich does not seem to phase my neighbouring smoker. As they exhale a waft of fumes the best I can do is eat with my mouth open! Maybe a loud belch would do it? Flatulence?
Give me land, lots of land …
I do empathise with the narrowing scope of designated smoking areas. Even the pubs are off limit.
Sure smokers have the right to smoke. Sure the outdoors is the last bastion.
But how about our non smoking rights? How about the decency to wait for me to at least finish my mouthful?
Is it too much to ask for a small sanctuary of scenic land in the city where I can breathe the fresh air of car exhaust, air conditioner outlets and all the other inner city fumes without the addition of cigarette smoke?
There must be others. There must be supporters who are sick of cowering behind their desk silently eating their vegemite sandwiches staring aimlessly at the swirly screensaver.
It’s time to make a stand! It’s time to step up! It’s time to take back our city streets, our doorways and the virtually extinct city bench!
Arise You Lunchtime Warriors
But how are we to reclaim our corners? Compete for the sacred place? Two words … Whoopie cushions.
We may not be able to flatulate in public but mock flatulence may work. Next time you are invaded by a throng of smokers let loose the whoopie cushion!
Disclaimer: Public flatulence is ill advised