So I was in the airport in Charlotte, North Carolina last night waiting for my connecting flight home this morning when I stepped outside to have a cigarette, only to be greeted by one of the airport security workers, who promptly told me that standing 10 feet from the airport entrance was not a sufficient distance and that I needed to smoke in the "Courtesy Smoking Area" all the way at the end of the sidewalk.
I was too tired and generally pissed off to argue with him, but the situation got me thinking: how is this any different from racial segregation in the '60s? "Courtesy Smoking Area," "Colored Peoples Restroom," anyone see the resemblance? It's ridiculous to me that a group of idiots somewhere got together and using their combined brainpower (or lack thereof), still managed to go through with such an absurd idea. In fact, my smoking is not nearly as detrimental as the sight of North Carolinian fat people. Let me explain:
I smoke for about three minutes. Upon exhaling cigarette smoke, it combines with the air as well as numerous other pollutants in our environment that the airport has yet to designate a segregated area for ("Courtesy Chlorofluorocarbon Area," perhaps?) before spreading out and becoming almost no threat at all. Now, in order for my smoking to actually be of any legitimate detriment to anyone, they would have to: a) be unable to move from in front of my face for the three minutes I'm smoking or b) be handicapped to the point where they for some reason choose the cold, North Carolina breeze over the warm indoors of the airport AND choose to stand right next to me, despite my inconveniencing them.
Fat people, on the other hand, are ALWAYS standing right next to me, even while 10 feet away from me. They are fat indoors and outdoors, on planes and in bars. Even a sliding glass door does not shield me from the horrors of fatness, as these creatures peer sloppily through the glare with hot dog crumbs in the corners of their mouths and mustard stains on their Dale Earnhardt Jr. t-shirts. So basically, these people are causing me recurring psychological harm, yet they can't be put in a designated area because that's "messed up." Meanwhile these same whales who can't slip out of the fish net that is my 3-foot smoking radius are somehow justified in isolating me? I hereby declare North Carolina one of America's "Courtesy Fatty Areas" and am staying out of their zone so as to not intrude on their blubbery redneck rights. Ugh.
Any thoughts?
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