Inappropriate Exchange

Dear Smoker in the Car Ahead of Me,

I understand that your vehicle is one of the few places where you can suck on that tube of dried out plants.  Maybe that's why you have such a look of ecstasy that I feel inappropriate even witnessing this exchange of oxygen for carcinogenic.

Right now, I will not protest that you're killing yourself and the people--like your family--who are around you most often.

Let's not bicker about how awful you smell when you enter a room after you "indulge."

In this moment, I'm honking at you because you're flirting with that puff instead of being aware of traffic signals, and that precious green arrow just turned to yellow.

So here we sit.  All because of your damn cigarette ... while you're at it, turn off your cell phone!