Here's to smoking. . . Again.

So I climbed out of the subway tonight to once again be treated to the sight of a protest winding it's way along the street in front of my building. That's right, once again my neighborhood pro-smoking protesters were chanting and singing their way through Sachsenhausen. The claims on their picket signs are all about how the smoking ban has decreased their quality of life. It's amazing.

And at the end of it all, before they fully passed by my house, the protest leader called out from his megaphone (warm in the confines of a car compared to the rest of the people) that they would be back next Monday.

This may become a weekly fixture in my life. How funny given what I do for a living.