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There's all these iconic photos of Walt Disney where he's pointing at stuff with a two finger point. I've heard that some within the company say that this is the example by which their resort employees always use the two finger point to direct guests.
In reality, he was holding a cigarette and the photos have been airbrushed. He died of lung cancer in 1966. Pointing with two fingers is just seen (kind of universally across cultures) as being non-accusatory. Like, say you saw someone talking to someone else and you cannot hear them (or it's in a language you don't understand); they're pointing with one finger in your direction, you may be inclined to think they're talking about you. If they're using the two finger point, you're less likely to think that... it's the same for airliner flight crew.
I'm a former cast member, can confirm. During Traditions (company culture and job orientation/training), they're taught to point with two fingers for exactly the reason you point out, and Walt Disney is shown pointing like that in the slides. They don't tell you, but most people eventually figure out, that there's a cigarette photoshopped out of his fingers.
This photo could be straight out of my photo album. This looks just like my dad, in hair, beard, clothes, and ciggie.
I remember my mom pushing me into the footwell when we were about to hit the ditch in a snowstorm, of course I wasn't wearing my lap belt, I mean, who did?
I wouldn't ride with her for a week after that, she was quite offended.
You can probably just replace "nobody" with "everybody"
Still that way when I was a baby in the 90s, and when my niece/nephew were coming up in the early 2000s their mom would smoke while nursing them
I remember the first time I was at someone's house and they asked a visitor who who was about to light up to take it outside. It seemed so.odd. My mom, grandmother and aunts would sit around the dining room table with a thick haze. Nobody thought nothing of it
A friend of mine tells a funny story about how shortly after seatbelts became mandatory, he was jumping around in the front seat of his mom’s car while driving and she asked him several times to belt up.
Being a kid, he refused and finally she tapped the brakes. He does this hilarious impression of eating the dashboard and needles to say he started wearing the seatbelt from then on.
And lead gasoline
I remember whenever you went to a sit down restaurant you had to tell the person seating you if you wanted smoking or non-smoking. As if it mattered lol.
One of the last times i was in a restaurant where indoor smoking was still a thing, the waitress asked us if we want to be seated in a smoking or non smoking section. We picked non smoking, because, gross. We were right on the line between smokers and non smokers, and i sat back to back to a guy who chainsmoked when we were eating.
more egregiously, plane tickets!
Actually, most planes from that era circulated air front to rear and smoking was always the rear section, and the entire cabin's air was renovated every 1-3 minutes, so unless you were seated in the row immediately before smoking, you didn't get smoke.
Our favorite restaurant* growing up had a little corner with like 3 tables as the non smoking section. We'd go there because my kindergarten teacher and her husband owned it.
*Bar that served food
in the '70s/'80s*
I remember my parents having guests. Everyone smoking.
There was so much smoke that it pushed the clean air down and made a distinct separation.
There was about 2 feet of clear air at the floor.
I actually miss bar fog
Where did you find this?
Somewhere on Facebook.
I guessed so. Thanks.
People are still doing "Nobody:" memes? They don't even make sense. This would be improved 100% by removing the "Nobody:" line.
Imo they are trying to set the tone.
I would go with “meanwhile” personally
Nobody:
Absolutely no-one:
CrayonRosary: Nobody and no-one suck!
People want everything to be reddit so hard.
My parents ,much of my family, as well as most of their friends smoked indoors, in their cars, and even in restaurants. Despite living in near poverty for parts of my childhood, they chain smoked cartons of cigarettes a week. Must have been expensive.
I wish I could say that they stopped smoking, but no. The worst part for them isn't even the fact that they know that it has taken at least a decade or more off their lives. It's the realization at how much they are missing out on near the end of their lives and how difficult it is living with debilitating health issues from smoking. They simply cannot do what other people their age take for granted.
And to the title of the post: Yes, I was the kid in the car while my parents chain smoked cigarettes. Sometimes they rolled the windows down, though I'm not sure if that was better since it meant the ashes and red hot "cherry" would inevitably come flying back in and smack me in the face.
Remember how everything smelled like cigarettes? Like that was the smell of the 80s.
Where I live, the indoor smoking bans started in the early 2000s. Before then, people that went to bars and clubs ended the night smelling like cigarette smoke whether they themselves were smokers or not. Sometimes even eating out at a restaurant would leave you smelling like a smoker. Back in those days, though, I was still so used to it that dealing with it was second nature.
For most of my life the smell didn't really bother me, but I've found that within the past 5 years or so it does.
As a child, I guess I just grew up with it, so it didn't bug me much. I hated being teased about it at school, which was a regular thing. I also used to hate how the tar would build up on the walls of our house to the point where it would form tear-like patterns. My parents kept an otherwise reasonably clean and tidy house, but for some reason THAT didn't bother them, so periodically I'd spend a few hours scrubbing our walls to get rid of the stains and cut down on the smell a bit.