No smokers

In general, I dislike to disturb and annoy people. But I make an exception for smokers. Cigarette smoke has disturbed me since forever. In my opinion smokers show an apparent lack of respect for others. I choose actively not to smoke, then frankly I don't want anyone smoking in my vicinity, intoxicating me with various poisonous agents, disabling me to inhale the fresh air and making me smell bad. Nowadays though, I feel less annoyed with smokers since new swedish laws forbid them to smoke in many of the places where they previously would disturb me (pubs, clubs, restaurants, etc.). Now it is more of a shame to smoke. They have to stand outside the non-smoking place, looking silly in general, smoking more for the sake of finish the current cigarette, than enjoying your party and casually doing it smoking. Smokers also annoy me less, because I more often get to annoy the smokers in return. I give the lonely smokers outside the pub a smug grin when passing them. I give them off glances, cough, hold my nose, cover my mouth when passing them on the street, or simply say out loud that 'it is so annoying when people smoke', or 'who's smoking?!' (with a quite negative tone). First I feared being this annoying to someone else (even a smoker) would affect me to feeling less satisfied with myself, but the result turns out the opposite. I quite like getting my revenge on a group of people that have been disturbing me for such a long time. I wish everyone would quit that nasty habit, it is not good for themselves, and especially not good for anyone else around them.

Today I got to (hopefully) annoy another smoker. A teenage girl sitting with her friend at the trainstation in Helsingborg. I was innocently standing on the platform waiting for the delayed train, working on my Genious crossword puzzle. The instant the familiar stench reached me I started scanning the area around me to look for the source. The quite pretty brunette girl was sitting on a bench just beneath one of the many conspiciously red signs recently put up with both text and an image to symbolize that the station is a non-smoking area. She had one right in front of her as well, just across the double train tracks. The pleasure I felt in my body when I went over to her, and kindly asked her to put out her cigarette is simply undescribeable. She said 'Oops! I am sorry'. She might be sorry, but foremost regardless. I hope she will surrender her objectionable habit of smoking, especially when so obviously prohibited. Then maybe she'll still be pretty also when 50, with no bad teeth, no complexion of a 80 year-old, no deep voice, and no yellow fingernails, with a life expectancy returned more or less to normal. Maybe she'll be 80 one day, with the complexion of an 80 year-old!