People are funny. While waiting for my nephew to pick up something in a 7-11 yesterday, I observed a young woman approach the entrance to the store. She stopped for a moment in front of the store window and placed her lit cigarette on the outcrop of bricks along the sill of the window. Nothing remarkable; I’ve seen that action many times. When the person emerges from the store they pick up their cigarette and resume smoking. I’ve seen several cigarettes lined up at one time on window sills. And not just 7-11. Some try to orient their ‘smoke’ with the filter end overhanging the edge of the bricks. Most don’t bother. Still nothing remarkable there.
Now, I’m not one of the people who like to rag on smokers. Everybody in my family except my sister and I were smokers. It’s a bad habit that’s very hard to overcome. You know how they say that when you have sex with someone, you’re also having sex with everyone they have had sex with. Consider for a moment the history of cigarettes on the sill of store windows everywhere used as a temporary repository by thousands of people. Maybe add in a little incidental birdie doo, teenagers’ spittle and who knows what.
OK, here is what i do find remarkable about what I witnessed at the 7-11. I would bet a dozen doughnuts that a minimum of 25 to 30 percent of those cigarette depositors would recoil in disgust if anyone offered to let them try the taste of an item on their plate by holding out a bite of that fare on the offerer’s own spoon or fork. I’m not talking about a stranger. I’m talking about their cousin Gertrude at Thanksgiving Dinner or their dinner date at a fancy restaurant.
I’m reminded of an old episode of “Seinfeld.” The story revolves around a girl Jerry has met. After swapping spit with this girl all night, Jerry is horrified to discover that she has used his toothbrush to brush her teeth. I’ll retire to Bedlam.