First, the two categories I don't mind.
Non-smokers: Naturally I don't mind them. I'm one of 'em myself. We avoid smokers when we can, and if we can't, we deal with it nicely.
Smokers: Don't mind them either. They're polite, they don't smoke if someone asks them not to, they give nonsmokers a little extra "breathing room" (pun intended) around doorways, and they do obey the bylaws.
Now, the two that I do mind. The "extreme" versions of the above.
The rabid, holier-than-thou anti-smoker: The ones who just won't shut up and leave people to their own devices. Let them kill themselves if they want to. It's their problem. Geez.
STFU already. I don't like smokers either, but I'm not going to drop dead if I walk through a small cloud to get into work. (Exception - those with acute asthma / breathing problems that actually
will drop dead.)
The utter c0ckmonger pro-smoker: IMO, the worst of them all. They believe it's their right to smoke anywhere, anytime, and don't care who else it affects.
Personal experience here with one of them. I was watching over my younger sister (9 at the time) and brother (4) during the afternoon. Knock at the door. I go there, little brother tagging along. It's the Standard Punk Highschooler with a butt in his mouth looking for donations for some school event. A dance, I think. Sorry dude, nobody here goes to high school. And would you mind not blowing smoke at me and my brother here? What's that? You're going to be a dick and tell me to "chill the f*** down" - in front of my four-year-old brother? No, I think you'd better watch your mouth in front of the little guy, Junior. Oh, now you're going to blow smoke in my face. Uncool. You've got five seconds to get the hell off my property. So you blow smoke in
my little brother's face. That's it. You just crossed the line. A second later, he's literally sailing off my front porch from a spinning hook to the chest, and I'm stepping outside for more. Punk Highschooler limps off in a hurry.
Never heard anything more from that.
- M4H