I’ve been avoiding doing this, but after taking an awesome shower with my new awesome showerhead, I’m rejuvinated and motivated. Showering is no longer a chore, hoorah.

(Several minutes after putting my clothes on.) Ok, the rejuvination wore off.

Umm, here are situations where public smoking irritates me:

On my way to school on a cold winter morning, I get out of the bus. The way from the stop to the class is via a thin sidewalk and a half-hour subway ride. With subzero temperatures, I struggle to breath the thin frozen air. My fellow commuters transform from a bunched up clump of coats, hats, gloves and bags, into an orderly single-file line to fit the thin sidewalk path to warm salvation. We walk over the padded snow, we breath in what little cold air allows itself to be sucked in, and we walk. Somebody lights up a cigarette, now breathing isn’t so pleasant anymore. To walk around the pesky smoker? I cannot; the path is too thin and enclosed in icy snow. To fall back away from the fetid fumes? I cannot; the lemmings behind me push on. I’m stuck trying not to breath the air that was once thin and cold but is now thick with that pungent sour smoke smell. I don’t like it.

On my way home on a cold winter night, I wait for the bus. At the Go Transit station, the bus is idling in front of the stop, scheduled to depart in ten minutes. I wait along-side of the bus, as do my fellow commuters, for the driver has not arrived yet. We’re in single-file again – these are the times when you appreciate your thorough kindergarten training in single-file queueing. The man behind me chatters away on his cellphone to his significant other. The line is long and the unspoken rule requires us to line up ahead of time to insure good seating. Unfortunately, the man behind me lights up a cigarette while chattering away on his cellphone. Also unfortunately, the wind is blowing his smoke in my direction. The people behind him are saved, but I and the couple people in front of me shuffle around, trying to avoid the stream of smoke eminating from his mouth. Ack, the smell. I don’t like it.