As DH says, as least they'll be dead soon
Well, ain't your DH a prize dick. I don't smoke, but my parents and brothers do. Nice to know your DH is happily waiting for their death because occasionally, now and then, he might have to be near them and they're a bit smelly.
I'm eagerly awaiting the 'it's awful, but one must tolerate it for now, because smokers tend to be poor folks. Which is true enough. But equally true is that the biggest whiners tend to be terribly delicate middle-class folks who clutch their pearls whilst melting at the idea of being exposed to a faint whiff of fag smoke... But who wouldn't balk at a nice fire going in the living room or doing the school run in a 4x4. Where do you lot even come from? Do we have a mini-Stepford somewhere in the UK that spits you lot out?
I'll be sure to tell my mechanic on Monday that much as I'm grateful for his clever £10 welding job that'll save me scrapping my old car, I can't accept his work because he smokes rollies and it's a grave social problem on a par with pollution in Chengdu. Or not. Since we work on the same industrial estate (what with me being a rare, non-smoking 'poor person') and despite sharing many a tea break his smoke has yet to render me bed ridden.
Honestly, unless you have terrible asthma or such, quit fucking whining on about fag smoke. Just walk past it like every other fucking grown up. The plague of passive aggressive hand-waving and snide comments on beer gardens in the summer is far worse than the fag smoke. Shut up. It's fucking embarrassingly pathetic. I'm embarrassed for you. It's just a bit of smoke. It's less than my fucking open fire kicks out into the living room all winter. Jesus fucking Christ.
"I'm a spiteful, bitter fucker, who can I pull down? Well, it's not entirely fashionable to hate on those fat bastards anymore, and to be fair, I down far too much wine so drinking is out... Can't go on race or religion... I know! I'll rant about how dirty and stupid smokers are! That'll make me feel better about myself!"