Some time back I was parked outside a convenience store, waiting on a buddy, smoking some English blend (probably 965) in my truck with the windows down. A woman approached the truck, and I thought, "OK, here we go." and got ready for yet another antibacco lecture.
Instead she said, "Can I stand by your truck?" I said, "Sure" and that was the end of the conversation.
She just stood there with her back against the truck, taking in the smell of the pipe smoke, until my buddy returned. Then she turned to me again, said "Thanks" - and I could see that she was a little misty, then she walked off.
I think about her whenever folks start putting down Latakia’s room note.