When I lit my pipe one night in a little California beer joint about 40 years ago, a fat, drunk woman a few seats down the bar started yelling at me because my smoke drifted her way. The yelling progressed to threats when I just grinned at her, and she eventually invited me outside for a butt-kicking session. I got up and walked outside- - - - -hadn't said the first word to her yet. I waited 5 minutes and walked back in. The place was empty. The bartender said she had an attack of common sense and ran out the back door in a big hurry!
LOL!
Jerry
Pipe smokers can be real sleepers.
