Ever since the indoor smoking ban, more smokers are clogging Hong Kong sidewalks to get their nic fix.
I don't like all the additional second-hand smoke, but it's a public space. As long as they're not burning holes in my clothes or skin I won't complain.
But I can't for the life of me fathom why guys insist on smoking in restaurant washrooms. No, they don't just loiter by the sinks; that would be too risky. Instead a guy will go into a stall, lock the door and puff away, ensconced like a 12-year-old boy with his first girlie magazine.
Later, as a gift to the next person, he'll leave the cigarette butt either in the bowl or squashed flat on the floor, along with a poisonous cloud inside the cubicle.
And if he used the commode while he smoked, the cloud will be twice as toxic.
You know those movies scenes where the bad guy's head gets shoved into a toilet to teach him a lesson?
How I wish that were true.