A Love Note to the Smokers on the Street

Dear Smoker Dudes & Dudettes -

We watch you often (daily) walking up and down our street, smoking.  Harming your precious (and only!) organs in the name of an addiction really saddens me.

Disclaimer:
I’m not a smoker and never have been. I don’t get it. I don’t understand the need, the craving nor the addiction…to something that kills you. While my addiction to endorphins surely comes from a place of crazy-amounts-of-energy-to-be-burned, I also feel like it is my duty to make me heart beat a wee bit faster everyday…because that keeps my chubby heart in shape. And that is my responsibility!

However, leaving a string of your cigarette butts on the lawn outside of our window makes me mad. I walk my dog on that grass – he doesn’t need to sniff your nicotine. We grow flowers near by – they don’t need white ‘decorations’. And for pete sake, we are all adults who need to pick up after ourselves. Not to mention, it is 2010 – cancer is not cool, yo.

I’ve created a (minor) solution for you – a butt-out jar is now nailed to the post. It has a lid so it will not fill with rain water. And a love note that reads: “Hey Smokers – If you have to kill your lungs, you don’t need to kill mother nature. Please clean up.”  I would soo appreciate it if you would start using this. I have cleaned up after you and your current used butts are in the jar. When it is full, i hope you will find it disgusting! There will easily be over $1,000 worth of 3minute pleasures burnt out in that jar. Sick.

Of course, a far more fabulous solution would be to trade those cancer sticks for a pair of walking/running shoes – they will provide you a far better addiction, i promise!

Love,
Your Neighbour Steph