I’m not here to debate smoking, and I think the snippy tone of this piece is a bit annoying. But he's right. Some smokers do treat the city like their own ashtray. Just to establish my bona fides here: I used to suck back a pack of gaspers a day – horrible, “light” cigarettes that tasted like furniture polish. But rich, mellow, satisfying furniture polish. I understand the habit and hold no burning hatred for those who smoke. If I can quit, anyone can quit; it just takes nerves, determination, and nicotine patches the size of a manhole cover, tightly wrapped around your thighs so you lose circulation and cannot walk to the store to buy cigarettes. This isn’t about smoking, but it is about politeness: cast not your butts upon the pavement, that they may beclutter the earth.
Note: seventy years ago, this debate would have struck people as absolute crazy talk. Those were the days when you could light a cigar in a department store. And throw the match on the floor. Then you could throw the cigar on the floor. If you had to spit, buckets were cheerfully provided. Now we’re worried about people who smoke outside not policing their own butts. Progress? Yes. But we can take it too far, and I’ve no doubt we will: the act of discarding a butt will become morally equal to second-hand smoke. Just wait.
While we're picking away at other people's habits: Same goes for gum. I’m always amazed when I go to a big city and see the pavement spotted with hundreds of blobs of dead flat wrigley-spoor. Someone had to actually spit it out, on the middle of the walk, and then a few dozen fellow citizens got to step on it. (It’s a guy thing, incidentally; I’ve seen many men spit gum on the ground, but never women.) So there's the sermon for the day: Put your butts in a little tin, and swallow your gum. Or wad up the butts in your gum, and feed it to the geese. It’ll choke ‘em. I hate those birds.
No, amend that. I don’t know why I’m on this schoolmarmy civility kick lately – buckle up, merge friendly, and don’t spit out your gum! It must be the mental effect of poisonous cloud of Ozone, which has so far wiped out the entire population of St. Cloud, and is heading our way. With its own theme music, too, which is really unnerving. Have a good lunch.


"gum takes 7 years to completely digest!"
At least that's what my Grandma used to say. I'm guessing it actually just passes through within 24 hours. But then again, as a kid I also believed that by swallowing a watermelon seed I was going to die a horrible death when that sucker took root in my stomach and I later tried to pass the whole watermelon. Thanks Grandma.
What the world needs is Biodegradable Gum. And an ashtray at every stop sign.
~Fae
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