Meow House Theatre

Thank goodness there’s that opening for my ear to stick out!

Otherwise I’d be very uncomfortable sleeping in here.

Last weekend in New York I went to this Thai/Vietnamese place down 8th Ave., near W. 20th, and this is the sign that was in the bathroom:

(Sorry it’s a little blurry. I was taking a picture in a public bathroom, with my pants off. Not exactly optimal circumstances for artistic maximization.)

I saw it when I went in and could barely breathe through the cloud of cigarette smoke. I guess they’re not fans of the NYC Smoke-Free Air Act at that place.

Then on Monday I had to take the train to work as there was an ice storm here and my car was encased in a thick layer of it. Rather than spend 45 minutes scraping, I just thought I’d walk to the train. So I did, and the first thing I saw when I got there was two women (I use the term loosely), with a baby carriage (and baby) belonging to one of them. And one was smoking. And she was probably 14. I bet she thought she was sexy and alluring. But she wasn’t. She looked like a stupid uneducated streetwalker. Where do girls get the idea that smoking is attractive? I mean now, in 2007. I know it was “cool” until the 80s, at least, but how can anyone think it’s cool anymore?

And THEN, I had to wait nearly an hour for the goddamn train and there is no shelter and it was fucking freezing out, so I went to stand underneath this plastic thing to at least cut the wind off a little and after 30 seconds I had to leave because some goddamn fool was smoking his repulsive cancer sticks right next to it. The smell was making me gag. I left, preferring to stand in the sleet rather than breathe those noxious fumes.

Smoking is so incredibly gross. Everyone who does it, please stop. For yourselves and for everyone else. You reek. And you’re gonna die.