Now I am not one to mince words so I'll cut to the chase. I smoke cigars. I enjoy doing so, and do this in moderation. I also smoke good cigars and will think nothing of dropping a twenty on a single stick. So after I went to the cigar shop, seleced my choice stick and sat down on the far side of the walk under a clearly marked smokeing section next to an ashtray. I did not expect to cause a problem, but never the less, Trouble found me. No sooner than my cigar been set to tourch then I could over hear to my left some ass giveing me the fake cough. You smokers know the one.
Hack....Sputter.....Choke...Choke....Weeze...Choke.! Then Repete! :twisted:
After a few minutes, of which I did not respond. This woman (this is only a guess mind you as it's weight was equal to a city bus, as was it's size.) got up and spoke to a security guard who I only assume told her that I was where I am supposed to be in my chosen endever. Though I had to give her credit, she was not to be undaunted, she returned to her party and sat down on the bench next to me. (After the horid screams of agony from the bench subsided) I began to hear her converse with her party about how disgusting smoking is and how it should be abolished, and how smokers should be wipped, stoned, drawn and quartered, and then forced to run the New York Marathon. ;) Then this bitch got personal, She begain to talk about how smokers are usually low brough and stupid, lazy, and how much of a drain on the health care system I would be. :twisted: Then as if to drive home the point that she was talking about me, She turned and asked me if I agree with her fat ass.

Clamly I explained to the woman that I dissagreed with her and her partys assesment of me. I told her that I in fact have a (explitive deleted) degree an Cinimatography and am working on a second (explitive deleted) degree in Photography. I explained that I have two (several explitives deleted) Jobs, and when I'm not at either of them, I am devoting my time to my own (explitive deleted) production company. I then went on to explaining that how I work seven days a week and enjoy what little free time that I (explitive deleted) do have, and how dare she make me feel guilty. Next I explained that I may develope health problems, but No more than here fat ass, and at least when I die, they won't have to hire a Mack Truck to carry me (explitive deleted) off, like when she crokes. A condition more than likely from chokeing on the next ham sandwitch she tries to ramrod down that endless (explitive deleted) expance of a gullet she may try to call a mouth. :D:
By this time I had drawn a crowd, and I thought it best to leave before security tried to step in. Yet before I did, I showed her by way of hand gesture, just what I thought of her and her party.
Now, I am calling on all the smokers out there to Unite. Tell me what you think. Please tell me if I'm wrong. I don't mind giveing up a smokeing section or two if there are children around, or even if there is a strong wind which may carry the smoke, but I refuse to give up my last bastion of pleasure to Natzi's like this woman.
Lastly, her party was made up of herself, about 30, an older woman about 50+, and an older man about 60+. No children were around as this was about 4pm on a friday.