I Couldn't Stop Chatting, Even If It Was Bad For Me, So Why Would I Complain About Smokers Who Can't Quit?

Not everyone who knows me know that I am the least allergic person (verified by the allergy clinic in Seattle) ever seen.  So why was I sent to the Allergy Clinic?  Because I'm allergic to cigarette smoke.  I actually had to leave a federal government job because at the same time that they were regulating the smoking in everyone else's workplace, they were eliminating all non-smoking workplaces from the Federal Building in Seattle, because the smokers were complaining that their area was way too smoky without some non-smokers.  (I promise that I am not making this up.)  But this is not a problem for me these days, because 99% of American smokers are incredibly polite, and many never even smoke in their own homes.  (Even Europe has become more careful about the health of non-smokers - I have no problem when traveling these days.)  But last Friday night at a wonderful outdoor charity event for Southwest Airlines, I ran into the other 1%.  And it was a work affair, so I had to be polite, when one of my husband's customers sat down at our table and smoked while we were eating?  Who does that?  There were 100's of people there, and we just happened to get one of the only 3 people who were smoking attach himself to us.  Then there was the woman who lit up in a stall of the (only) tiny bathroom.  The 3rd one was a woman who brought a baby with her.  My point, and I do have one, is that I have been having trouble with my sinuses brought on by extreme exposure to smoke, and it is so tiring!  Every night, when I sit down to write a little and read other people's stuff, I find myself falling asleep.  But when my sweet daughter notices that I have not updated in a week, I guess I'd better do something about it.  Like writing in the afternoon?  It just seems wrong to waste the daylight.