This evening find me in Pembroke, NY which is a little bit east of Buffalo. I planned my day so as to spend the night at this truckstop because I knew they had a separate closed in smoking section in the dining room.
I had imagined being able to sit back after my meal and enjoy a nice bowl. Imagine my anger when I got here and discovered that the new management had removed the door from the smoking section and put up no smoking signs!
I guess I flipped my lid just a little. I gave the manager a piece of my mind promising to never, ever stop here, buy fuel or food here, ever again. I returned to my truck, prepared my own dinner in my microwave, and am smoking that bowl in my truck.
I will never spend another dime in this place unless and until I hear the smoking section has been put back into place (and hopefully the manager dismissed). I know of another truckstop just a few miles from here (I passed it on the way here) that does still have it's smoking section and I'll just stop there from now on even though the food isn't as good and the parking lot is smaller.
When I passed that other place I wondered why the parking lot was much fuller than usual. Now I know why.
I will be firing off an email to this place's corporate office to complain about this. I know they spent several thousand dollars on the smoking room and state permits to allow smoking in there. I wonder if they even know what has been done? If not, they will know tomorrow morning when they read my email.
It has been an otherwise uneventful trip from Wisconsin to this point. I am hauling a military wrecker to Ft. Drum, NY. I will be reloading a snow removal truck from a different location on the same base to take back to WI. No need to wait around looking for a reload. Nice.
I had stopped for breakfast this morning in Perrysburg, OH. I was about a third of the way through a bowl of Irish Aromatic and had carried my pipe in with me although I did allow it go out as I walked to the building (no indoor smoking).
When I seated myself I pulled my little folding pipe rest out of my wallet and set it on the counter, and then the pipe in the rest. The waitress saw the pipe rest and asked where I had purchased it.
I told her that most places that sell pipes also carry them and they are quite inexpensive. She told me her father smokes pipes and would like something like that and she wanted to buy him one. She thanked me for the information. I didn't have the heart to tell her he probably already has at least one.
As I was leaving she wished me "Happy pipe smoking, it smells really good!" That was nice to hear.
I had imagined being able to sit back after my meal and enjoy a nice bowl. Imagine my anger when I got here and discovered that the new management had removed the door from the smoking section and put up no smoking signs!
I guess I flipped my lid just a little. I gave the manager a piece of my mind promising to never, ever stop here, buy fuel or food here, ever again. I returned to my truck, prepared my own dinner in my microwave, and am smoking that bowl in my truck.
I will never spend another dime in this place unless and until I hear the smoking section has been put back into place (and hopefully the manager dismissed). I know of another truckstop just a few miles from here (I passed it on the way here) that does still have it's smoking section and I'll just stop there from now on even though the food isn't as good and the parking lot is smaller.
When I passed that other place I wondered why the parking lot was much fuller than usual. Now I know why.
I will be firing off an email to this place's corporate office to complain about this. I know they spent several thousand dollars on the smoking room and state permits to allow smoking in there. I wonder if they even know what has been done? If not, they will know tomorrow morning when they read my email.
It has been an otherwise uneventful trip from Wisconsin to this point. I am hauling a military wrecker to Ft. Drum, NY. I will be reloading a snow removal truck from a different location on the same base to take back to WI. No need to wait around looking for a reload. Nice.
I had stopped for breakfast this morning in Perrysburg, OH. I was about a third of the way through a bowl of Irish Aromatic and had carried my pipe in with me although I did allow it go out as I walked to the building (no indoor smoking).
When I seated myself I pulled my little folding pipe rest out of my wallet and set it on the counter, and then the pipe in the rest. The waitress saw the pipe rest and asked where I had purchased it.
I told her that most places that sell pipes also carry them and they are quite inexpensive. She told me her father smokes pipes and would like something like that and she wanted to buy him one. She thanked me for the information. I didn't have the heart to tell her he probably already has at least one.
As I was leaving she wished me "Happy pipe smoking, it smells really good!" That was nice to hear.
