Later this afternoon I was scheduled to meet someone, the guy who put the highest bid to buy my brother's secondhand guitar. He came to my house around 1 PM to pick it up. At first I thought he's just gonna hand me over the money and pick the guitar up quickly after, but I was wrong.
He turned off the ignition and get off of his Honda Tiger 2000, asking my permission to smoke on my terrace. Trying to be friendly, I let him seat and got him a glass of water while he was checking the guitar. I, as a non-smoker, was gasping for breath when he started to spread the smoke. I really hate this kinda situation, since I feel like I lose my comfort zone. Can't imagine the worst thing that might happen to me as a passive smoker.
I hate smokers as much as I hate backstabbers. I don't hate them because they smoke, I hate them for not being polite (like throw the smoke to my face). I don't hate backstabbers for what they do, but what they've done to me! Don't you dare! LOL.
Anyway, back to my story. He was nice, friendly guy. However, I was really upset to see this guy didn't use the ashtray provided on the table and somehow poked the cigarette on my bench. Gah.
*Image is taken from here.