Butt out

I’ve never been a smoker so if I sound obnoxious here, please forgive me, and just shrug it off. Just think that I’m ignorant when it comes to these things.

(Full disclosure: Back in the 1970s, I did think it was cool to smoke the liquorice pipes now banned by the EU, and the long gone liquorice cigarettes, wrapped in Camel paper and all – and in fact, I smoked a liquorice pipe as recently as today. Not endorsing that habit, either, though).

Isn't it lovely?

But, there’s one thing about smoking and smokers that I don’t understand and it’s this: When did it become fully acceptable to just throw the butts on the ground. And not just let the butt drop, but instead, make it a sport, an ending-of-the-smoke ritual, firing off the butt with a snap of the fingers, admiring the arc of the shot?

I saw a man do that outside our house the other day, and my gut reaction was – unfortunately, maybe – to pick the butt up and take it back to him. I did that once with a bunch of drunk teenagers cutting in front of me in the bus line. Not only is the bus terminal a non-smoking area, they were very very annoying (read: being teenagers), so I picked up the butt and took it back to the boy and said, “I think you dropped something.”

He went all Austin Powers on me – “it ain’t mine, baby” – but when I insisted that I did see him drop it, he just looked at me baffled, and took the butt. I hopped on the bus, still fuming, and wondering what they’d do when I got off the bus.

Turns out, they did nothing. I walked home, skipping and a-jumping when I heard steps behind me. I took a deep breath and kept walking. Then I heard somebody cough and say, “excuse me .. excuuuuuse me.”

“Yes?” I said to the woman in her late thirties.

“I just wanted to say that I loved what you did at the bus terminal, it was a very bold thing to do.”

“Thanks,” I said, and skipped home thinking what a real life super hero I was.

But I still don’t know why it’s OK to fire off cigarette butts and litter the street in front of our house when I bet the same people wouldn’t just throw half a sandwich or a candy wrapper there.

Be warned smokers. Somewhere out there, sometime, somehow, don’t be surprised if someone comes up to you, holds up a cigarette butt, and says, “I think this is yours.”

4 thoughts on “Butt out

  1. "I just wanted to say that I loved what you did at the bus terminal, it was a very bold thing to do."

    I was on a ferry from Hong Kong to Macau once, with some friends who were Hong Kong cops, experienced gun users (though they weren’t at the time), etc.

    Some "teenagers" (okay, a few years older) were smoking (forbidden) in our section of the ferry and the air was getting close.

    I said to one friend, "Shall we say something?" My friend said, "If we do, there’s a very good chance they’ll have us killed when we arrive in Macau. So let’s not."

    Those were the bad old days in Macau, of anti-triad chiefs sitting on bombs when they got into their cars and anti-triad police being shot in public by gangsters on motorbikes.

    I’ve done what you did … but it’s important to choose your battles very carefully.

  2. Couldn’t agree more. The only littering you see these days is jerks throwing butts on the ground.
    To be fair, though, I see a problem for smokers who honestly don’t want to litter. What do you do with a red-hot butt? You can’t throw it in a garbage can. You can’t put it in your pocket. You can’t walk around with it in your hand until it cools down.
    I feel a money-making invention coming on. It could be HUGE! Who wants in?

  3. The genius who invented the little compartment on the snus-box should try doing something for smokers (or for all of us) as well. Anyway, most places where people stand smoking, have a bin quite nearby. Just put it out to the ground and throw the butt in the litter. Or just quit smoking, spare us all the annoyance.
    /tough love

  4. Many years ago, while at the doctor’s office, my daughter observed a man in the atrium toss his cigarette butt on the lawn. When he walked inside she said ( in her loudest 3 year old voice),"That’s disgusting. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." He walked outside and disposed of it properly. Being humiliated by a child can be a humbling experience.

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