Pity the poor smoker. If he began puffing away as a teenager, he was probably forced to light up in the high school bathroom, away from the forbidding glares of teachers and parents. He grew up, got a job, raised a family and in general became a responsible, upstanding citizen. But he still smokes. There he is, sitting in a restaurant or waiting in a movie line or getting his shoes shined, and he pulls out a cigarette. Suddenly a stranger appears, tugs at his elbow and says ever so sweetly, "Thank you for not smoking."
Though adult smokers are not...
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