Harumph.

So there she sat, the self-righteous antismoker babe, across from me. She was obviously debating what she should do. Eventually, I think she realized that the entire bar would not bend to her will; that her lone voice of protest would not make the Tempest repeal its liberal smoking policy. She pulled her felt hat further down on her head, said her goodbyes, and left. And I felt a feeling of victory. Of power. Of a cleansing. I suppose if I had actually deleted anyone on Facebook, which I ended up not doing, it would feel the same. I have decided that I will never delete anyone I don't agree with.

And I have decided that the annoying babe at the Tempest was entitled to be a dipshit. Because you know what? All of this stuff got me thinking, got my blood racing, got me motivated. If we never disagreed, or pissed each other off, or stepped on toes, life would be even duller than it already is.

"Barkeep, another one!" I said, adding a, "Please?" once I realized how demanding I sounded. One must be democratic about these things.

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