In the food court in the mall, the blue tables were non smoking and the gray were smoking. The thing is, they were all mixed in so essentially the whole food court was the smoking section. Don’t get caught smoking at a blue table though, you’ll get kicked out.
Back when cigarette smoke extended only as far as your personal space.
People even smoked on the dancing floors in clubs at least in my city. Grinding there, pint in one hand, a ciggie in another.
Back in my childhood “it wasn’t me” was a legit excuse even when you completely smelled of cigarettes after having smoked some, because even non-smoker parents had a hard time telling with all the cigarette smell. Smelling clothes wouldn’t mean anything. Fingers, perhaps, if someone had just smoked.
In the food court in the mall, the blue tables were non smoking and the gray were smoking. The thing is, they were all mixed in so essentially the whole food court was the smoking section. Don’t get caught smoking at a blue table though, you’ll get kicked out.
Back when cigarette smoke extended only as far as your personal space.
People even smoked on the dancing floors in clubs at least in my city. Grinding there, pint in one hand, a ciggie in another.
Back in my childhood “it wasn’t me” was a legit excuse even when you completely smelled of cigarettes after having smoked some, because even non-smoker parents had a hard time telling with all the cigarette smell. Smelling clothes wouldn’t mean anything. Fingers, perhaps, if someone had just smoked.