Used to be when you went into a restaurant in Montreal, you were ushered to the back of the room if you were unfortunate enough to be a non-smoker. It didn't help, of course, but on top of that the sight of the smokers occupying the good tables next to the large bay windows coupled with their noxious fumes easily reaching you anyway made you very, extremely displeased.
So I smoked for ten years. I smoked a lot for ten years, like, uh, my life depended on it. But I don't any more. And I don't appreciate having to smoke when I don't want to, which is what I have to do when someone lights up next to me, or even 50 feet away from me.
So since the new non-smoking laws went into effect May 31, instead of the smokers getting the best seats inside the restaurant, they get the best seats outside the restaurant, on the terrasses that are the mainstay of hundreds of restaurants and coffee shops all over the city. Just walking by one on the street envelops you in a noxious plume of carcinogens, so imagine actually having to eat something in the middle of one.
Quebec just doesn't get it. There should be a blanket ban of smoking in all places where children can sit down on chairs. There, that makes it easy to understand, doesn't it?
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