Sunday, March 13, 2005
Now, If Florida Would Just Follow the Lead—Again
(LA Daily Breeze)
I understand that there will always be squibbles over smokers’ rights versus nonsmokers’ rights, but I also understand (and hope you do, as well) that a smoker’s right to smoke should never interfere with a nonsmoker’s right to not inhale secondhand smoke.
Logically, it would follow that smoking be prohibited in venues—indoor or out—of crowds. But, of course, smokers would argue that their rights are infringed to always have to be corralled into designated areas to smoke.
It’s obviously a battle that won’t be solved soon. But, consider that there are other activities where participants must utilize particular venues to be legal, such as professional race car drivers. Yes, I know it’s not exactly the same thing, but you catch my drift, right?
Besides, a good percentage of smokers already know they shouldn’t be smoking and a good many of those probably would quit if they had the will and the means to do it. If high taxes and a ban in restaurants isn’t enough, who’s to say the millions of wannabe quitters wouldn’t appreciate the extra help that would be afforded them if, say, it was only legal to smoke—no matter whether they’re indoors or out—if there was no one in a 500-foot radius or in places such as their own home.
This goes for cars, too. Cars are most definitely not sealed off from the outside. These days, I practically cannot drive down the main highway through my town without stopping at a light and getting a lungful of someone’s cigarette smoke.
And listen, smokers, if you feel your rights are being abused for being chastised for smoking in your car, even though your smoke is wafting into mine, that’s one thing. But don’t you even dare to get pissed about my reaction if you do the same thing someone did to me a few months ago. Several people were driving in several cars across town, and someone ended up riding with me who wanted to light up. I said, “not in my car.” She said she wouldn’t stink up the car because she’d put the window all the way down. I replied, point-blank, “either the cigarette goes out, or you do.”
Obviously, she hasn’t said a word to me since—not that I’m concerned.
So yes, I hate cigarette smoke, in case you hadn’t noticed. I know I’ve ranted on the blog before, and I’m liable to do it again in the future. If you don’t like it, stop reading.
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