Ah, the Pit.
I agree with most of what I’ve seen in this thread, but here’s a dispatch from the other side, as seen by some of those who have more nicotine receptors than most.
The Adventures of Joe Smoker
Phht. Ahh. Hmm, where do I put this? Ah, there’s a guy who looks like he knows this place, I’ll ask him.
“Excuse me, sir, do you know where I could find an ashtray?”
“NO, and I don’t know where you could find some heroin or child pornography either, get away from me, you freak! Providing ashtrays would be the same as abducting nuns and forcing them to smoke big cigars, both promote the evils of tobacco!”
Wow, that seemed a bit harsh. I don’t see any ashtrays, but I could just stick the butt back in my pack once it’s not burning anymore, I guess I’ll just put it out against the steps here and …
“Hey! Those are public steps, you inconsiderate asshole, somebody has to clean those, you know!”
Okay, fair enough, maybe if I just go out to the street and knock the cherry off against the curb…
“Fucking smokers, look at him, like the streetsweepers don’t have enough to deal with, he’s got to leave his burning tobacco littering the public thoroughfare.”
Well, I guess this rock would do…
“Did you not get any Smoky the Bear PSA’s back in Smokingtown, Mr. I Want To Kill All Babies and Little Cute Kittens? Don’t you DARE let anything that might cause a fire fall into that patch of dirt around that rock, even if you are planning to crush it out with your shoe! I don’t want to die in a horrendous conflagration just because you can’t display some moral fiber!”
Okay, frisk myself some, find a metal box that has a couple of throat lozenges in it, hey, a perfect solution! Pocket the throat lozenges, use the lid of the box to snuff the butt, drop the butt into the box, and I should be good to…
“Hey! How dare you carry that non-biodegradable filter around like you’re trying to be considerate, I know you’re just going to dump it in the garbage, who do you think you’re fooling, you son of a bitch, I don’t want my children to spend the next several thousand years cleaning up your stupid filters and being exposed to the toxins in them as they wade through the heavy metals and caustics at the dump you’ve turned our planet into!”
Joe was saddened. He decided that the best solution he could find would be to use the metal box to carry loose tobacco and roll it in biodegradable cigarette papers. His butts would go into the tin, where the remaining tobacco could be recycled, along with all of the ashes he generated.
Joe returned to the place of no ashtrays confident that he had done all he could to avoid killing the planet.
He rolled himself a cigarette, smoked it, put it out, and put the tobacco he crushed out and the crumpled paper back into his tin box.
“Hey, fuckwad, aside from the carcinogens you just released into the air, don’t you realize that by turning the stored chemical energy in your lighter into heat energy you have actually managed to move the entire universe closer to its end state? Who do you think you are that you should have the power to end the universe sooner than nature intended just so you can gratify your oral fixation”?
I’m sure everybody who posts to this thread will have countless stories to prove that Joe doesn’t exist, and that they’re not like that, and as I said above, I agree with most of what’s been posted in this thread, at least as of when I started writing this. None of that is going to change the fact that smokers see things like this as attacks on them, or that they often seem to be just that.