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I grew up in the 80's / early 90s when smoking indoors was still common (restaurants, buses, etc). You just kind of got used to it.
Eventually I started smoking, and it was less of a bother ๐ (have since quit).
The thing I never could figure out, even as a smoker, was how people smoked in a car with the windows rolled up. It was unbearable even being the one smoking. Even in the dead of winter and negative one million degrees outside, I always had to have a window cracked.
Same here. My Dad was a smoker and I remember sitting on the top deck of buses with him whilst he smoked. Can't remember ever noticing the smell really. I started smoking myself at 15. Quit about 10 years later. Now I can smell it so clearly. I can tell if someone is a smoker as soon as I get anywhere near them.
Going on a long car trip in winter as a kid sucked so hard. Parents are in the front seats, you're in the back. They're smoking more often than normal because of boredom. You're freezing your ass off because they're cracking the window, and the smoke is awful.
I live in a country where there are still bars where you can legally smoke indoors. One of my favourite bars is like that even though I am a non-smoker. I always feel like I can burn all my clothes after an evening there. And the hangovers are way worse.