"Hate" may be too strong a word, but I don't like people who make a concerted effort to ban smoking. I don't like the regulation of tobacco. I am not crazy about taxes set to stamp out smoking. I don't like hearing that people are having a difficult time finding places to smoke. And, I especially hate when people want to stop and randomly ask me questions while I am smoking, where I have to remove my pipe from my mouth to respond.
I don't like seeing blends disappear and pipemakers giving up and quitting. I really hate dropping a pipe or accidentally leaving an open tin out in the rain. Stepping on a pipe, especially irks my day. But, most of all... all of this is offset by a moment of pure nirvana, where blend and pipe meld with me as if it all just becomes a part of me, and minutes tick by like a frozen moment in time, and life can be savored, and everything else just passes by me like water under a bridge.