They never seem to materialize through the haze of smoke that surrounds the public
transport sites. Fed up with the absence of the anti-smoking guardians of the law,
I decided to try and use citizen moral enforcement to arrest the smoking, if not
My first foray as an anti-smoking patrolman was when I noticed a smoker blowing wreaths
of smoke adjacent to a public transit stop. I informed the smoker of the new anti-smoking
law and requested the person to comply or move further away. The smoker was peeved
but ungraciously stomped out the cigarette after I also had my fill of the lingering
clouds of unfiltered tobacco.
The second instance when I tried to ensure that I would not share the second-hand
smoke ended with the smoker in question rudely suggesting to me to butt out as he
took quick and furious drags on his cigarette butt. Though I was quick to move away
and did not enjoy a lungful of smoke, I was fuming nevertheless.
The third time around, I kept my distance from the smoking specimen, but uttered
a loud plea to clear the air between us. The smoker did not even bother to acknowledge
my heartfelt request but continued to puff away, interspersed with bouts of a hacking
I was burnt out in my attempts to end this persistent and painful preoccupation but
I seem to be hooked on avoiding second-hand smoke. Every now and then I seem to break
free and am able to breathe freely but every time I think back on these incidents,
the smoke gets in my eyes.