Ahh, the aroma of ashtrays

I am up for next week if you are. Email me. Warning I will be the stinky one.

You HAVE to see the haka man. He is as tall as the bloody island!

Righto. We’ll see what can be sorted for a meet. :slight_smile:

I don’t know if it’s illegal or just an RTD regulation, but smoking in enclosed bus shelters is prohibited here. It is illegal to smoke in many outdoor venues: the stadiums, the zoo, the botanical gardens, etc. People seem to go along with it agreeably; I can’t remember the last time I saw anyone smoking in one of these places.

AFAIK, as long as you’re smoking outside a building which is a public place or a work place in NZ, it’s okay to do so legally. Guess here, they don’t regard bus shelters as “buildings” or enclosed pubic places (which, of course, they aren’t.)

It’s really just a small niggle. As I said, I possess The Glare ™. If I’m feelin’ really bitchy, I use it.

But what is an enclosed bustop? The only ones I have seen here have just 3 sides (barely! ask anyone hiding from the rain). Considerate smokers don’t smoke in them but it is not illegal to smoke in them.

Ours are mostly three sides as well; some have four. I think it’s the roof that makes it enclosed.

That’s so weird. Walls are the difference between a carport and a garage. Here, I think “enclosed” means four walls.

Three sides is not enclosed when it it is raining.

Shit three sides is never enclosed.

Try enclosing a lion with 3 sides :smiley:

Shouldn’t you two be going to sleep instead of nit-picking me to death? :slight_smile:

Yes we should.

I can’t speak for the other Kiwi but “Muuuuuuuum I’m not tired” comes into play about now. :slight_smile:

It’s early Sunday morning. Kiwis are nocturnal, 'cause somebody has to be. :slight_smile:

Because I didn’t need to to prove that you had ignored arguably the most crucial word in it.

Do I understand you, that you quit smoking because your boyfriend won’t let you smoke?

And there are a lot of workplaces, particularly those in the health field, where they are going “scent free” too.

Yes, this is JUST as rude as smokers stench. However, the old “oh but people cooking fish in the microwave stink, and Cindy Chanel #5 stink” argument in NO way makes the smoke stench all better. And I don’t know about the rest of the folks in this thread, but I have run across far more of those the OP is complaining about than perfume addicts.

That is sort of strange, but then, in this day and age of trivial lawsuits, maybe they’re just covering their butts just in case.

There is a company here (and in Seattle I think is their headquarters) that flat out TELLS applicants that they are a nonsmoking company. Meaning not “don’t smoke when you’re here” but “you must be a nonsmoker to get hired and stay hired”.

I don’t know if this is still their policy or not, but they are a growing company. Alaska Airlines. They’ve gotten away with it since the 80s, soooo…I guess take that with a grain of salt. So far, and IANAL so I could very well be wrong, it’s not illegal.

Also, the same stands true if you’re applying for a job, if you walk in and the place smells of cig smoke, you know to either not interview at all, or to cut it short and not waste your best “interview face” with that company.

Both of the firms I’ve worked at in the last four years have had a ‘low scent’ policy, thank god. It is taken as something serious by HR if you get repeated complaints that you’re wearing too much cologne/perfume - in my case I get migraines from scents, and yes, if you smoke, I can smell it on you, regardless of how ‘downwind’ you hold the stick.

For those trying to compare bad breath and body odor to cigarette smell - well, once in a blue moon someone might forget to lay on the Secret before coming to work, or have garlic at lunch, but you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who comes in stinking ever day, and increases that stink at regular intervals throughout the day. It’s not a valid comparison.

I miss Los Angeles and their ‘no smoking indoors, period’ laws. I don’t go out nearly so much here in Seattle now because I don’t like having to wash my clothes, my hair, and my coat ever time I go out for a drink.

I really hope that’s not true.

Smoker, chiming in.

I think smoking in a workplace is just plain odd, but maybe that’s because I’ve never worked in such an environment. I don’t smoke in my home because I don’t like the lingering funk, so I’m sure I would hate it at work.

Also, I cut my lunch in half and split the remainder between two daily smoke breaks. I function well, and I work hard.

The smell thing… I take my jacket off when I smoke, wash my hands before I go back into the office, I’m well aware of the side effects. I’m not pretending I smell like a rose, but there has to be some kind of compromise.

I don’t smoke around non smokers, bus shelters etc.

Finally, I live in the most fucked up place. Here, smoking is perfectly legal indoors in a pub, but banned on the patios outdoors. Odd indeed.

I work in an office. I fell off the wagon in December, and am smoking again.

I have a cigarette on the way to work, and then make sure I’ve done everything I can not to stink too badly, including keeping a packet of wet wipes in the car to wash my hands with before I go into the office.

We don’t have coffee breaks at my office. I have a cigarette on my lunch hour, which I take at 1 PM. I have a cigarette in the car on the way home from work. (I’m not proud of smoking again, and intend to quit again.)

There are a few casual smokers in the office that I’m aware of, but only because they’ve mentioned it or I’ve seen them smoking at work-related social events. They certainly don’t smell of it.

No one in our office steps outside for a cigarette outside of either a lunch hour or before or after work.

Except for one woman.

Why the hell is she so special? And yes, she steps outside regularly, and yes, she reeks.

It annoys me. You want a cigarette, then wait until your lunch hour like me.

No, the only asshole is the one in your mirror–'cause that’s what it takes to be a smoker in the first place. And you’ll be a smoker forever, no matter how long it’s been since you last lit up.