There's a smoker war going on here in my little corner of the world. Anti-smoking campaign says that all restaurants should be smoke-free, and I agree. Pro-smoking campaign says that people can go somewhere else or into non-smoking rooms if they don't like it.
I happen to be deathly allergic to smoke, so even the faintest wisp will set me off. What the "Pro" campaign doesn't understand is that there are so few non-smoking restaurants around here... sometimes I DON'T have a choice.
Anyway... we can debate that later. I married a smoker-- and reformed him, I think. After reading more debates in the public comment area in our newspaper over this issue, it reminded me of a funny story.
The summer after my freshman year in college, I was on a flight to Great Britain with the university choir. We did a whole UK tour (and that's an entirely different post!), and it was a really good time. Pubs=fun.
On the flight overseas, there was a tall, skinny, blond flight attendant with a not so charming personality (read here: BITCH). She asked me for my drink order. As it was on the US end of the flight (and I only 19), I ordered a Diet Coke (really wanted a Fuzzy Navel, but alas! no such luck).
This flight attendant started ranting and screaming (yes, really) at me about the dangers of Nutrasweet and how I was going to get cancer... I should really pay more attention to what I put into my body... blah-dee-blah-blah. Apparently she was loud enough in her chastising of me that other passengers tried to console me... not that I was upset or anything... just totally bewildered.
So... later on in the flight, when we actually NEEDED something from this flight attendant (like pillows, blankets, not her crazy advice), she was nowhere to be found. I was able to crane my neck around to look for her in the rear of the plane... and there she was... SMOKING. I didn't know whether to laugh or throw things at her. Considering this was pre-911, throwing things probably wouldn't have gotten me into too much trouble, and I think the rest of the passengers would have joined me.
Wow. I just really showed my age. Yes, people used to be able to smoke on flights. *groan*
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That flight attendant sounds rather unstable...
You used to be able to smoke on planes many moons ago, but not for a super long time. I must say I hate smoke too, can't wait until the news laws in Australia come in to effect and you cant' smoke in pubs. July 2006!
gee... thanks. You all are making me feel REALLY old! Okay, it was the 80s, alright? So what. Yeah. I'm older than you.
Oh, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
People drive me nuts.
I'm a gal from 1982, so I don't remember the smoking thing really.
Yeah... it was a good day when they finally outlawed smoking on planes. Can you imagine an overseas flight with all the smokers in the back of the plane? It was so hard to breathe!!!
They didn't care, MPB. That was the problem. People didn't believe that second-hand smoke was dangerous... some still don't.
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