I don’t miss those days. Restaurants were the worst. Yes, your smoke is able to go over the invisible nonexistent fucking barrier between your seats and mine.
I don’t miss those days. Restaurants were the worst. Yes, your smoke is able to go over the invisible nonexistent fucking barrier between your seats and mine.
Nicotine has deep claws, that’s for sure. I wasn’t even a particularly heavy smoker and I still get a craving sometimes even coming up on ten years since I quit. Hell, I have the occasional dream about smoking still.