In the beginning, it was ok. You could relieve your anxiety right there, on the plane, by smoking. Those thoughtful airline people actually supplied everyone with an ashtray built into the armrests. How great was that? Able to spend 9 hours in that familiar haze...everybody stunk because roughtly 75 % of the passengers smoked, and the ones that didn't, oh, well...tough luck for them, huh? Especially the kids....
Then it got a little harder...but still fine. The planes were divided into smoking and non smoking sections. So, as a smoker, you'd just pick the smoking section, and proceeded to, well...."relieve your anxiety".
Then, those bastards banned smoking on the entire plane! What were they thinking? How utterly cruel and thoughtless towards us smokers....they didn't care HOW much we suffered. Still...we were able to "smoke ahead" before the plane took off, by finding the smoking section in the airport and smoke a half a pack or so...you know, to "stock up". And as soon as the plane landed, we rushed off and ran for the nearest smoking section....our relatives could wait another few minutes to see us, right? What's the rush? Our nicotine fix was much more important!
Shortly thereafter, the final straw: NO SMOKING IN THE AIRPORT. Now, you had to go through security to check in your luggage, 2 hours ahead of your flight time, then run back through security while worrying about getting back in to the restricted passenger section, then you had to stand OUTSIDE in the freezing cold and smoke as many as you can before you had to go back in. Thank goodness the airport in Munich wasn't quite as bigoted against smokers, and had it's smoking sections. At least this way we were able to smoke a couple before we met my family.
Oh, yeah. That's the way it went.
So....last week I had occasion to fly down to Georgia. Smoking never even entered my mind, and I was able to relieve my stress by doing a crossword puzzle.
:) ;) :D :)