Yet, there I was. Sitting a the Shipwreck, devouring a 2/3 pound Mexican cheeseburger with a beer. Minding my own business. Looking straight ahead.
At the same time, on each side of me, drunken men were puffing away on cigarettes.
"Smoking, huh?" I asked.
"Yup," they sort of muttered (one of them actually just nodded).
"In a public place, huh?" I said before a refreshing swig of beer.
They didn't vocalize their answer but I can only imagine they were thinking, "Why not? Fuck off."
The news reporters at our newspaper are tearing the smoking ban rule apart. Even the jackass who wrote the actual law doesn't know what to think of it.
It reads that you can't smoke inside a public place or within 20 feet of said place. But if you go down Main Street -- where more than 100 jewelry and other tourist crap stores are located -- you can walk to the middle of the street and still be within 20 feet on each side of the shops."Does that mean you can't smoke at all on Main Street?" the diligent reporters asked only an hour after measuring the distance between shops on Main Street and almost getting run over.
"I'm not sure," the jackass said.
"What about the hookah lounge or at the cigar bars?" they follow up with.
"I'm not sure," the jackass says again.
And these dumb asses just spent a majority of their money and man hours this past year trying to get re-elected. For dumb-ass laws like this. Way to go, fellas!
As for me, I finished my burger. I drank my beer. I left a good tip and I drove to the high school football game I was covering that night.
I told my friend about the experience and he was privy to my situation. He knows the owner at Shipwreck and told me the smoking ban will go in effect there on the 15th, not this last week like the rest of the island.
Which would explain the parting shot I unknowingly absorbed.
"We got until Monday you sonofabitch," the smoker on my right muttered as I walked out of the bar. "This fucking guy thinks he knows everything..."
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