I was sitting at the sports bar, happily chatting with other football fans watching a playoff game. It felt great to be among other like-minded people, although strangers to me, with all that camaraderie. And then it happened. I could actually feel my body react, and nausea rise. A smoker sat next to me.
I recently wrote that I didn't mind the smell of cigarette smoke, and in fact kind of liked it. I don't know when that changed, but it absolutely did and now it's seriously revolting. Even after I got home I had a "smell memory" lingering in my mind. It didn't ruin my day, but the effect was startling.
I started a conversation with her about my own quit, and one-year anniversary, and once again wished I had a Become an Ex card to give out. I have at times written it on a napkin or lottery card (readily available at the bar).
So this post is about two things actually:
1. The smell of cigarette smoke becomes nasty (or nastier) over time.
2. We need business cards.
