Whenever older folks tell me they want to return to what the U.S. was like I think about the times I had to ask for a non-smoking table only to wait an extra 10 minutes just to sit somewhere where I could still smell the sweet aroma of stale cigarettes like a pound of ash that was fermented with moldy potatoes being stuffed up my nostrils.
Every once in a while I remember that people could smoke on airplanes and trains and I am so thankful that that fucking bullshit is over. My god, that was some awful shit.
Whenever older folks tell me they want to return to what the U.S. was like I think about the times I had to ask for a non-smoking table only to wait an extra 10 minutes just to sit somewhere where I could still smell the sweet aroma of stale cigarettes like a pound of ash that was fermented with moldy potatoes being stuffed up my nostrils.
Somehow underselling how much it sucked.
Or actually sitting in the smoking section because your folks are smokers. Blech!
That smell gets on everything.
Every once in a while I remember that people could smoke on airplanes and trains and I am so thankful that that fucking bullshit is over. My god, that was some awful shit.