A Heartfelt Apology. A Bit Late.

I want to apologize to a whole bunch of people.

Here's the deal.  I am currently doing some training and part of my day involves dealing with a trainer who is blatantly and unapologetically flaunting the non-smoking workplace rules.  We're in a remote location and there's little chance he'd be caught unless someone turns him in.  I actually like the guy and he's in the 70 year old range, so I'm inclined to give him a pass, since I am only in his office for a few minutes each day.

The thing is, I come home and stink of tobacco, even with just that short exposure.

So I want to apologize to all the non-smokers I've done this to during my years of smoking between 1985 and 2003.  

To every non-smoking television and phone technician, plumber and electrician; every non-smoking hotel, restaurant and bar staffer; every non-smoking co-worker, band-mate and house-mate: every non-smoking family member, friend and acquaintance I ever forced to exist in the exhaust of my addiction to tobacco, I am truly, deeply sorry.

It was incredibly rude and thoughtless of me and all those like me.

For those of you who smoke and are unaware that your habit is forcing the rest of the world to shower and launder their clothing after you interact with them, you do, you are and it stinks.

I am so sorry.