Having recently moved from Eugene, Oregon, where such a smoking ban does exist, I can tell you that I personally watched the demise of no less than three bars, all of which had been open for at least 20 years. I am positive that this was a direct result of the smoking ban.
Eugene had plenty of non-smoking bars anyway, comparitively priced, good atmosphere. So good, in fact, that I myself frequented them even when I was still a smoker. But no, that wasn’t enough. All of them had to be made non-smoking, and as a result the front of the Black Forest is eternally littered with anywhere from 10 to 30 folks, smoking, throwing their butts on the ground. To walk by on the sidwalk, you have to walk through a cloud of their smoke. And this is better than them smoking inside…why?
Smoking decks are nice, except for you never get, you know, service out there.
The bottom line should be that business owners decide, and if you don’t like it THEN DON’T FUCKING GO THERE! I hate mushrooms, and yet mushrooms are consistantly put in several foods that I like, even when I request that they not. The result? I order something else! My father is allergic to peanuts: if he eats them, he dies, or at least spends an unpleasant evening hovering near death at the hospital. Does this stop peanuts from getting into his Chinese food even when he requests that they be removed? No. The result? He doesn’t order Chinese food in restaurants! Adjust, people! Life doesn’t always bend and break itself to accomodate your golden ass.
For christ’s sake people, smoking isn’t a recent phenomenon, it’s been around as long as the United States has, and some of you folks act as though it’s some godawful recent trend that has gripped your locale and been forced down your throat. If you’ve lived this long, I’m assuming you’ve had to make some adjustments. The only reason you’re all bitching as much as you are is because now bans like this are happening, and suddenly everyone’s allergic and on the brink of death because they had to sit across the room while some poor soul guiltily puffed down a cigarette in the smoking section. Well you know what? I’m allergic to strong perfumes, so I propose that we ban them in public places, because I don’t want to have to eat and breathe your crappy perfume that you bathed in, slept in, and then bathed in again. In fact, if I can smell you at all from five feet away, then you shouldn’t be allowed in the restaurants I frequent. Where’s my right to not have to smell people that reek? Where’s my right to not have to look at people who sport mullets and Tasmanian Devil t-shirts? Because you know, their right to wear that stuff ends where their shirts end and my eyes begin. Where’s my right to not have to listen to fucking cell phone conversations in public? What’s that? I don’t have one? Well then, I guess I better shut up and find a place that doesn’t allow cell phones.