I no longer smoke around people, even if those other people smoke. One, it's just a way to cut down a bit, and two I don't want to get into the habit or be at ease with lighting one up around someone, lest I make the cardinal mistake of lighting up near someone who will predictably react in over-the-top Chicken Little fashion because they think the slightest whiff of second hand smoke is far more dangerous than actually smoking, and believe they will drop dead within minutes of being exposed, and they typically react in a manner that suggests they are being doused with jet fuel and mustard gas.
I for one applaud your effort to cut back, no matter what drives you towards smoking less.
However, the chicken little mantra is a smoker thing.
For over 55 years I went into places where smokers fouled the air.
There wasnt a bann of them at that time.
I'd go in by shoice, sometimes having a gig or date and go home sticking from those slightest wiffs you speak of.
The crying by non smokers rarely came up unless a jerk blew smoke in your face.
But now that the shoe is on the other foot, well chicken little indeed has surfaced bemoaning the lost right to smoke.
see me in 55 years and we will flip a coin over the next 55.
