I don't know where she got it, but my mom sent me this picture. If you are truly dim, I shall explain. This is a smoking lounge. The ceiling of the lounge is painted to be an open grave... from below. Message - If you're smoking, you may as well be here.
I will admit that if I were still smoking, this picture would have pissed me off. I already KNEW that what I was doing was hurting myself. And other people. So what did I do? I sent it on to someone I know who is still smoking... and I wish she would stop. You see, ever since I quit (2 years in January), I cannot stand to be around cigarette smoke (or any other kind of smoke). The unfortunate consequence of this turn of events is that I cannot stand to be around my friend for very long either. Her presence makes me feel physically ill because of the smell. Even if she's not actively smoking, the smell is all over her. NOTE TO CURRENT SMOKERS: You cannot be a closet smoker. Even if you only smoke outside, the smell sticks to you. You may think you are hiding it, but you are not. I never realized it until the smell wasn't in my nose all the time. I stunk. You stink. I don't want you in my house. I don't want you in my car. Because as offensive as cigarette smoke is, vomit is even worse.