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12pups

Lifer
Feb 9, 2014
1,063
2
Minnesota
Feeling: Amused (as always, smiling as us little bewildereds as the planet goes round and round, nothing new under the sun).
I think about this story from time to time. Happened earlier this year. Finally decided to jot it down.
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“Joe? Were you just now smoking in the bathroom?”
Flabbergasted. I don’t know what other word to use. Sitting at my computer, startled, jarred from that trance I go into when I’m balancing the sensibilities and expectations of a manufacturer, salesman, client and managing editor against each other on topics that, as an uneducated engineer, make me struggle.
But then angry. It started slow and then I felt it swelling through my chest and turning my face red hot. No one in this office needs to know my business. Smoking my pipe is my business. The busy body had just announced to everyone my business.
In an instant I had sorted through a number of responses, and rejected them for the tone they bore. I answered matter-of-factly, “Of course not.”
I am a very private man. She has never seen me smoke a pipe. No one here has. But ever since she first found out, even after saying she would never have guessed me to be a smoker, she boldly asserted she knew every single time that I had. Back then, I remember saying, “Oh? And how about now? Have I smoked anything today?” She had accepted the challenge, sniffed long and hard at me several times, hesitated, and then *asked*, “No?”
But I had. It’s just that I’m very conscientious about “wearing” my pipe hobby around others. I had probably woken about 4 a.m. that day, as usual, went for a run or puttered around the kitchen, showered, got ready for work and then performed a sort of morning prayer ritual, the way I start most days. I would have put on my smoking jacket and hat, sat at the umbrella table out back with my Folgers Black Silk coffee and then—ritualistically (probably why I like a pipe, the ritual it involves)—loaded a fresh, clean pipe with tobacco, packed it just so, drawn in the first sweet smoke, tamped it lightly and relit it until I was satisfied with the even red glow, and sank back facing east to wait for the same image to peer at me through the tree silhouettes. Maybe I watched a rabbit cautiously work its way past me in the predawn light, as often happens. Maybe I listened to the squirrels come out to chase each other to be the first lit by the newest part of new daylight. Maybe I just closed my eyes and let the coffee and Virginia embrace each other in the warmth of my palate.
At lunch sometimes, since we have an hour of personal time, and I’ve got nowhere else on the company’s rural estate to go (though there is a village a couple miles from here with a gas station and convenience store snacks), I’ll walk to the marsh to watch ducks—or, at this time of year, take my shotgun out and walk the ditches along the fields. Side point: it’s been a GREAT year for pheasants.
And as long as I’m out and about, I might have a smoke. Or I might not. Maybe I did that day.
I don’t remember how it ever came up, but ever since she first found out in conversation a couple months back that I *do* smoke (she still doesn’t know what—I never smoke cigarettes and only rarely cigars)—it has bugged the hell out of her.
So even though I had firmly said, “No, of course not,” she asked again, pretty certain I was lying: “I smell smoke in the bathroom. This is a smoke-free building. You were too smoking in there, weren’t you? You are not allowed to smoke anywhere in here.”
To me it was a crazy accusation. First, after all these years, suddenly one day I would smoke in the bathroom? And why she had come right to me instead of the one staff member who chain smokes cigarettes all day, that puzzled me. She’s just obsessed with “catching me at it,” even though I had never denied that I do smoke. I just never told her what or when or how often. I always figured it’s no one’s business.
Then it dawned on me, as the shock of the question and her accusation subsided, that she really was smelling smoke: “You know the guys are burning the tree pile today, right?”
Ah. She has such an intelligent nose. Can tell right away when someone’s been smoking trees in the bathroom. I wonder, does she suppose I roll my own trees or that I buy them by the carton at the store.
It did give me an idea, though, and I have used this since then. I don’t even need to have a smoking jacket—I just need to smoke around a campfire.

 

okiescout

Lifer
Jan 27, 2013
1,530
7
Great story, 12pups! It seems the world is full of folks whose nose is 12" longer than the good Lord made it.
Your story reminded me of an experience I had back in the late 70's. One afternoon my Weight Watchers lecturer asked me to stay after class. She politely asked me not to smoke during class. I explained to her that I indeed had my pipe in my mouth but it was empty, as I would not have thought about smoking during the lecture but was missing my pipe (I also smoked cigarettes at the time). I explained to her it was not even loaded let alone lit. I vaguely remember it may have even upside down in my mouth to avoid offence. My lecturer went on to note that a little woman, sitting near by me, had informed her that the smoke from my pipe was getting in her eyes throughout the entire lecture. She went on to say the smoke was so thick she almost could not see through it. :wink:

 

mso489

Lifer
Feb 21, 2013
41,211
60,638
My late mother-in-law, my late wife's mom (I'm remarried) could hear what people said three blocks away in the wind. It was scary.

 

12pups

Lifer
Feb 9, 2014
1,063
2
Minnesota
okiescout... that's hilarious! -- But yeah, I think we all know people like that.They say you can't change a person's perceptions, you know. Bad news for me, since I'm in public relations, and... that's kind of the point of my job!
Captain Prophesy. She didn't buy it. She said she could tell the difference. But when I went down to the bathroom, hoo yeah... the vent was pulling air in from under the door, you know... and you could smell the wood smoke. Bathroom is in the entrance way facing our double-door entry to the outside. Walked outside, not only could smell it, the air was a little bit hazy with it. Heck, the fire was probably only 700, 800 feet upwind of us, smoldering more than burning.
So... there's that. :)
mso, your mother-in-law's spirit didn't quite make it to the other side. I swear it is possessing my MIL. (Feel like a visit with her troubled soul? You can stay at my place. Best bring your best cellar'ed wit chazzz..., and I won't charge for stay :)

 

deathmetal

Lifer
Jul 21, 2015
7,714
35
My lecturer went on to note that a little woman, sitting near by me, had informed her that the smoke from my pipe was getting in her eyes throughout the entire lecture. She went on to say the smoke was so thick she almost could not see through it.
Remember this whenever you hear of someone convicted by witness testimony.

 

12pups

Lifer
Feb 9, 2014
1,063
2
Minnesota
I think I'll remember it in case I ever am the accused: "Um. Your honor? I was clenching an unlit pipe at the time. How could she possibly have seen it was me?"

 

mustanggt

Part of the Furniture Now
Dec 6, 2012
819
4
My biggest pet peeve of all time is people who can't mind their own effing business. Drives me insane. If I wanted everyone to know my business I would have told everyone my business. On the other hand if you want word to get around about something go to the biggest buttinski you know. It will be around the globe by the end of the day.

 

jpmcwjr

Lifer
May 12, 2015
26,263
30,344
Carmel Valley, CA
Agree, gt. But too often the line is blurred by whose business is whose? Is littering on your property your business? Is it if on public property in front of your house? On a public road far removed?

 
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