So my wife and I live in San Jose. Their are 4 apartment communities abutted up next to each other. One of them has a few benches. I met a cigar smoker there who measured out 30 feet from the nearest building and he smokes there regularly. So my wife and I have been going down there and smoking; me a pipe and her a Nat Sherman. Then the fun began. Warmer weather, people opening windows and closing their small, shriveled, anti-smoking Nazi hearts.
We have had people from the nearest complex sneak pictures of us and send them to their management. The management sends the pictures to our property and tells us not to smoke on their property. Fair 'nough. I take our folding chairs out and moved 3 feet from our previous location in to the parking lot of a private office building. Are you happy now?
Cold, dead hands people. That's when I'll stop. Now you just pissed me off. Now I am going to circle your property in a cloud of smoke. Now I want to buy a billow and fire up a whole tin of 1792.
Keep smoking, people.
We have had people from the nearest complex sneak pictures of us and send them to their management. The management sends the pictures to our property and tells us not to smoke on their property. Fair 'nough. I take our folding chairs out and moved 3 feet from our previous location in to the parking lot of a private office building. Are you happy now?
Cold, dead hands people. That's when I'll stop. Now you just pissed me off. Now I am going to circle your property in a cloud of smoke. Now I want to buy a billow and fire up a whole tin of 1792.
Keep smoking, people.