This individual seems to have a comedy website and presents the following as humorous:

"Smokers Rights"

I think the war between the smokers and non-smokers is heating up a bit. I went into a restaurant for lunch the other day and, as is my practice, requested a table in the "no smoking" section. They seated me, and I went about the business of ordering and eating my food.

Somewhere between the clam chowder and a club sandwich, I caught the smell of nearby burning tobacco. Upon looking around, I noticed the man in the booth next to me smoking a freshly lit cigarette.

Overcoming my natural reticence regarding confrontation, I spoke to the man. "Excuse me, sir, but, when you came in, did you ask to be seated in the no-smoking section?"

"Yes, I don't like the smell of smoke when I am eating any more than anyone else."

I asked, "Then why are you smoking that cigarette?"

"I've finished eating."

Silly me, it was obvious to the most casual observer.

I called the server over and made her aware of the situation. She pointed out to the man that he was smoking in a No Smoking section (I suspect this was not a startling revelation) and went away with his assurance that he was just leaving.

Of course he didn't leave until he had finished that cigarette and lit another. But at least he did finally go.

Apparently he had noticed the motorcycle helmet and jacket I was wearing when I came in, because in a minute or so, I noticed him eyeing the Harley parked by the front door. He took out a small notebook, wrote something on a leaf from it, tore off the note, and placed it between the seat and gas tank.

His next action took me completely off guard. He looked straight in the window at me, then put his foot against the gas tank and shoved the motorcycle over on its side. He then spun around and ran smack into a very large, bearded fellow who apparently owned the Harley.

That which ensued netted him at least one broken bone and hopefully a little jail time. After the police had come and gone, I helped the bearded gentleman right his bike, and noticed the note the man had left. I unfolded it and read: "This will teach you to mess with smoker's rights."

I laughed and handed the note to the cigar-chewing biker. I then went around to the other side of the building, got on my BMW, and went back to work.

Anonymous

http://www.ariel.com.au/jokes/Smokers_Rights.html

The 1st part was funny, but the whole thing sounds like BS.


"Yes, I don't like the smell of smoke when I am eating any more than anyone else."

I asked, "Then why are you smoking that cigarette?"

"I've finished eating."

LOL

The only time there's any anti 'humor' is when it's at our expense.

The Harley owners that I know would never 'pansie' on someone else's rights...

I'll give joke writing a shot here:

I just finished my meal on the outskirts of the smoking section at Chuck's Dinner whose famous around town for their ecoli infested clam chowder that land-locked tourists always order.

You can spot them miles away as they plop ritz crackers into their bowls.

So, I'm about ready to pay the bill and light a cigarette, this scrawny guy I've never seen before starts reciting the Surgeon General's report on second hand smoke, and asked why I was smoking. I told him "Dude, I finished my meal and am enjoying a cigarette, bug-off."

Then he calls Flo over and gives her grief, she comes over to my table and says,"That guy's a jerk, hurry up with your cig so I can get a decent tip out of him, I hate tourist season, but the tips are good, see ya' down at the club tonight hun."

I noticed he had a helmet and jacket, so when I left the dinner I see this Harley parked outside. I had to do a double-take [that dude rides a Harley? What is this world coming to?]

I wrote out a little after-dinner-note for the guy and slid it on the Hog and proceeded to push it over.

Then Big-Bob comes out of nowhere, swearing and cussing at me, I didn't know he bought a new Hog and he went after me. Now I'm killing two birds with one stone, Big-Bob had an affair with my ex-wife, I was wondering where the money from the house sale went - he bought the Harley.

I beat the crap out of him, it felt real good.
Bill and Rick showed up and drove me away saying I should have done that months ago, Big-Bob was the biggest drug dealer in town, stole my wife and even fooled around with Rick's wife before he set his eyes on grabbing half my house.

I told them I thought the bike belonged to this a-hole tourist in the dinner. We looped around the building and saw a Pink BMW motorcycle and I was like "Man, that's got to be that guys bike"

Bill and Rick said they would go through the bike with a fine-tooth comb and ticket the guy after they dropped me off.

I told them the drinks would be on the house when they got down to the club that night.

It was the best day of my life.

Lol, Gilster, you definitely got the limp wristed anti beat.