Three members of my family are smokers. As one of the non-smoking family members, one of the challenges of comingling with my smoking family members it to not breathe their smoke. One of their challenges, of course, is not being able to smoke inside their own home. Sometimes, at night when I'm upstairs watching TV with the window next to me open for some fresh air, I will unintentionally smoke half of somebody else's cigarette who is sitting outside on the patio. On a clear, calm, beautiful evening, cigarette smoke has an uncanny way of finding its way across the yard and into an open window. I try to be tolerant, just as I hope others are tolerant of me and my weaknesses. Besides, everyone deserves the right to cause their own cancer and the cancer of the people around them, right?
Well. Worse than the smoke are the overflowing ash trays and the littering of cigarette butts. It really chaps my hide when I have to end up cleaning up somebody else's overflowing ash tray or scattering of butts all over the yard. I was just outside doing some watering and I found little white butts here, there, and everywhere; in the bushes, under the tree, in the gutter. You may say, "Well, Jason Show, nobody is making you clean it up." True. Nobody is forcing me with a gun to clean their butts. But I DO have to look at it, which, really, is there anything uglier than a full ash tray? And when we have little ones around, the butts have to be cleaned so they don't get into them.
Now. It is a known fact that some of my favorite bloggy friends are smokers. I'm certain that none of you make others clean your butts, right?
You clean your own butts, right? Right? Right?