Still Smokin’

I went for a bike ride through the park on Saturday. I realized that not everyone got the message that you can’t smoke in public places in the NannyState of SF.

I rolled past this woman who would’ve made the best anti-smokin’ poster ever, but alas I didn’t have my camera with me. This woman was a mess. She was pushing a tandem baby stroller but leaning on it hard like she was working off a hangover. A button on her shirt was either missing or skipped over so her gut was sticking out a bit like when I ride my bike (not a pretty sight either). There was a baby in the rear seat, and what looked like an 8 year old in the front seat. He was clearly too big for the stroller so his legs were all sticking out and he didn’t seem happy to be outside.

But the capper to “the look” for the ensemble was the dangling cig from mommy’s lower lip. You know the look. The Keith-Richards-is-playing-a-solo and somehow the cig is stuck to his lower lip due to the cement-like effects of his glue-spittle. Mommy had the same glue spit. And when she took a drag, the smoke went straight down to the stroller covering the kids. As Paris says, “That’s hot”.

Don’t get me wrong, I think she should be able to smoke wherever she wants, but I think SF goes too far in it’s .gov involvement in everything under the sun. What I don’t like is her blowing her smoke on her kids. And what I’m making fun of is her complete look and utter lack of sense. @##@!$% I wish I had my camera that day.

Man, I’m a snobby asshole. All this smoke talk makes me want to grab a cigar and head to Mountain Lake Park for a nice stroll.