Such a nice, elegant French Quarter courtyard. Or, at least it would be if the Hotel Saint Marie didnʼt use it as a smoking lounge. I had to wait five minutes for the drifting smoke to clear to get a nice picture of the fountain.
Honestly, though, this is among the least of the Hotel Saint Marieʼs sins. Never again.
The Southwestern Bell building across the street has a channel in it that was once populated by windows. Then the windows were converted into doors. And now theyʼre death traps.
Amazingly, I occasionally see people open these doors and stand next to the abyss smoking. The crush out their cigarettes on the historic brick facade.
OK. But my doctor says I shouldnʼt.
The lease for my new apartment is very long, but I read the entire document anyway.
It turns out that I am not allowed to let my cat smoke a hookah in the freight elevator.First thing on my to-do list once Iʼm settled: Buy a cat-sized hookah.
I wonder what would happen if I lit up a cigarette during a work-from-home Zoom meeting.
Thereʼs a company policy against smoking at work, but Iʼm not at work. Can Human Resources tell me that I canʼt smoke in my own home?
Imagine what would happen if there were 30 people on a work videoconference, and someone just lit up a cigarette.
For the first time in my life, I wish I smoked.
You can tell itʼs a childrenʼs game because thereʼs a cartoon.
You can tell itʼs 1978 because the cowboy has a cigarette.
Now you know how to say “No smoking” in Navajo.