Sometimes I jump the fence of the conversation where I normally stand so that I can argue for the other side too (becoming an advocate for those who smoke, not for smoking itself). Actually, being a smoker means that circumstances dictate this on occasion. Yesterday was one such occasion.
It was one of those autumn days here in the Great Pacific Northwest. Perfect for riding a motorcycle while wearing shorts and tee-shirt. Sure, it looks a little funny to be all Summer except for leather gloves and helmet, and sandals are not the best gear for the purpose, but the park is very close, the sky was blue and the warm southern breeze beckoned. A quick phone call and my son and two grandsons agreed to join me at the park an my day was set. I stopped at the grocery store and bought two bags of grapes, both seedless, one green and one red. Did I say perfect? It was.
Then, as I stood watching my grans play I noticed that the older (6 years old) had a heart for going around to the little babes who could just barely walk. He is a bright young man and he would walk up to the baby, and while making conversation with the parent, offer his helping hand to the child. I'm proud of his heart and so is his dad, my son. The other gran? The word robust describes that ready to go youngster. He would join his brother on occasion but the playground toys occupied more of his time.
It was a beautiful day. Only one blemish on it. I had stood back and onto the grass away from the playground while watching and enjoying life to light a cigarette. There was one rather large grandmother type who had been giving sideways glances toward but, but I'm not all the quick and not knowing how to figure such things, ignored her occasional gaze. While talking to my son a moment later though, we were interrupted by this rather large woman who said:
"I really hate to say this," she lied, then continued,
"But it is not good for children when you smoke around them."
Now there are two ways that I could handle this, it seemed at the moment. What path to take?
- "Ma'am? Do I know you? -and- "This, my smoking, is not your business."
- "Yes, ma'am. You're right, of course." -and- extinguish the cigarette.
Me being me? I chose another course. Taking a step closer to her I said, "It is 25 feet, ma'am."
To which she replied, "
What is 25 feet?"
The end of that conversation came when I told her that my cigarette would be extinguished when it went out in a moment or two.
I took the position of man's law and the 'you have no authority' stance while daring her (in a silent and unspoken way) to call the police.
Not the most pleasant of conversations but that was the only blemish on an otherwise perfect day at the park. The woman smile politely and left later as the sun began to set. We had not exchanged another word.