And now a story. I once drove to the Deli to pick up my husband who called for a sober ride because he was smart like that. I walked in and located him sitting with his back to me and. he. was. smoking. SMOKING! I marched right over and ripped that cigarette out of his hand and crumbled it up. He said, “Hey!” in a voice that wasn’t his own and looked at me with someone else’s face. I mean how rude, how inconsiderate, how wrong were he and that stranger in the bar to make me do that!?! Lesson learned: Don’t shoot until you see the white of their eyes.