The city has finally banned smoking on Metro North train platforms (Connecticut bound rails) and those of the slow, often out-of-service, Long Island Railroad system.
I was surprised to learn that smoking on train platforms was still permitted on the Long Island Railroad– I would have gone to Fire Island more often these past few years had I known.
My lover B. had me laughing until I coughed this morning, making fun of non-smokers who push clean air rules:-
“Tell me this,” B insisted, “Why is it that non-smokers wear heavy perfume that makes one gag, and their breath, more often than not, smells like hell?”
“That’s terrible to say, B,” I said.
“The next time someone gets in my face and fusses about smelling smoke, I’m going to wave my hand at them and remind them that they smell like a fucking bagel with everything on it. I will ask, ‘Why’s your fucking ‘bref’ smell like shit?”
I always laugh when Black guys from Brooklyn say the word “breath”, and twist it into a rank form of its original English standard pronunciation. It’s true, non-smokers have the worst bref of anyone.