Sympathy for the smoker

I used to smoke cigarettes also, but don't anymore, and haven't for quite a while. Recently, I was relieved to realize that despite my occasional cravings on days when I am sleepy, and the fact that I sometimes kind of like the smell, I really don't like them anymore. I know this because a few months ago while out drinking with some friends we found a pack, and I had one, and it really didn't do anything for me.

It's weird when I go to a bar or a show now, I come home smelling like smoke and can actually notice it. If I am at a venue that allows smoking, especially if I am there for a couple of hours or longer, sometimes my throat is irritated the following morning. In spite of this, I am not one of those ex-smokers that despises smoking or preaches against it. Quite to the contrary, as stated in this post's title, I am sympathetic.

My office at work was recently moved. The quickest path from it to the Emergency Department involves me cutting through a vending/dining area and through the outdoor smokers' lounge. A few weeks ago I saw something that I never thought I'd see: A doctor smoking. Well, a psychiatrist, but he's still an M.D. I also saw him reach over the table at which he was seated to light a nurse's cigarette. I know it's weird but in some odd way that sort of warmed my heart.

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