Dear Smoker:

Dear driver in front of me:

I know you smoke. That's a personal choice and I respect that. I don't smoke, and I think that choice deserves mutual respect.

It's beautiful outside and I'm trying to enjoy some fresh air on my way to work. That's why I've got my windows down and my sunroof open.

I do not have my windows down and my sunroof open so that your secondhand smoke will enter my lungs and choke me out for five minutes.

Oh yeah, and when you're done, could you not flick your butt out the window? That's littering, you know. Technically more of a danger than littering since you're throwing FIRE onto the road, which is lined with acres and acres of crackly dry grass.



P.S. Enjoy your terminal lung cancer.

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