Smokers and the TTC

Please allow me a moment to air a pet peeve. If you’re one of those people who hate pet peeve blogs then go “click off”!!!

(I know I said the next blog was going to chronicle Lucy’s arrival to our home but…the moment has passed. She’s home, she’s cute, we love her. End of story.)

Okay, first of all, it drives me crazy, those last minute puffers that drag a lung-full of smoke right before they get on the streetcar or bus. Inevitably they blow the smoke out once on said transit vehicle making it smell like a pre-June 2004 nightclub. To make matters even more nauseating, 9 times out of 10 they stand next to me, said pet peever. Most likely, it's really crowded and if I’m lucky enough to have a seat, my nose is right in line with smoker’s disgustingly smoke-filled clothing. God giveth and then he taketh away.

Secondly, and this isn’t a pet peeve so much as an observance I can’t quite digest, but what is it with the smokers that can’t wait to get off the streetcar (or bus) before putting the cigarette into their mouths? Buddy stands there on the top step ready to disembark, mouth primed for sucking and blowing, anxiously looking at the driver willing him to stop milliseconds before he’s set to, so that he can ignite his vibrating fag. This morning, said pre-lung (and/or esophagus) cancer victim, even had the lighter in his hand and was repeatedly caressing his thumb over the flintroller in preparation. Maybe it’s just the fact that the site of an unlit cigarette dangling out of an overly "nic fitted" person just looks ridiculous. Truth be told, I’ve never had a habit that caused me to get jonesy for my fix but come on, it’s just smoke.

That’s my beef. I’m not a vegetarian. What’re you gonna do about it?!