What a Drag

If I thought hectoring people about cigarette smoking would get them to quit, then hector I would. But, as a friend of mine, who I used to nag, and who ended up quitting, but on her own, said, “You have to want to quit for yourself, not for someone else.”
(See how much more understanding than I was last year.)

Still, my physical tolerance is still very low, and getting worse each year. Smokers smell badly to me, I’ve noticed yet again on the elevators in the building I work in. Smokers taste terrible; yes, I HAVE kissed smokers, though fortunately not lately. Smokers don’t look cool; they look like adults with pacifiers in their mouths. Smokers often sound terrible, with the cough and the rasp. So, please keep your secondhand smoke away from me.

When the governments want to try to balance their budget and, at the same time, create a financial disincentive to smoke, you’ll get no complaint from me.

Today’s the Great American Smokeout. If you quit now, think of all the money you’ll save. Oh, yeah, and since lung cancer is the most preventable form of cancer death, your life and the lives around you.

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