I tell you what. Having been in Europe for a long time I became accustomed to the smoke. You go to the bar, smoke, you go out to eat, smoke, you wait for the tram, smoke, bathroom, smoke, dentist, smoke. It seems where ever you go, there you are, and somebody is smoking. There are a lot of smokers here in this part of the world, it’s a ‘natural’ sort of thing. When I was back in Clovis (and to think, I almost said “back in the US!”) I was once again in a place where you can’t smoke in the restaurants. Now, I have never been a big fan of the law. For me, it’s up to the owners to decide if they allow smoking (you have the Workers Comp thing, but it’s also up to the employees to take / keep the job) in their restaurants. They know that by not having smoke, they will get X customers, and by allowing smoking they will get Y customers, and it’s their restaurant, so it should be up to them. I tell you what, now that I am back, I sure do like that law. It’s come to the point that I feel I need a sort of “air lock” when coming home. There, I would have the “going out” set of clothes stowed safely away from the rest of the clothes. When I went out, I step into the airlock, change into the smoky clothes, and proceed. When I come home again, I disrobe in the “airlock” and then proceed to the shower, leaving the smoke outside, and making it so that Marianna is happier to see me when I get back. Now, I wait for the implementation of the EU no smoking in restaurant law, although I know that this one, along with using the Euro, are still a long way off here in the CZ.
...fuego
