Auuuugh. I haaaate cigarettes. Tobacco companies are worse than Hitler. I have a rasping cough, a really nasty one that hasn't quite gone over to pneumonia yet. My sinuses are inflamed and congested, and there are numerous cuts on the back of my mouth from all the wracking coughs. So what does my owner do? I'm cooking dinner, and she goes and sits upwind of the kitchen and lights a cigarette. Auuuugh! She's too mind controlled by the tobacco, can't even comprehend that gasp, filling the house with smoke might be contributing to other people's allergies. Even when I say something like, "Could you smoke in the back room please?" (carefully gauged to sound neutral and not upset) her answer is something like "Don't tell me what to do," or "Mind your own business."
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