Like many folks out there, I'm a smoker as well (though I'm dwindling down to almost nothing). Whenever I've smoked at WDW since the new policies, I have always, without fail, looked for a designated smoking area. I've never had to be admonished for not following the rules simply because I never broke them.
I feel I'm a good person. I care about others. I'm concerned for your well being. I'll help you if you're down. I believe in the inherent good in almost all of us.
That being said, I have a question for the non-smokers. What in God's green earth gave you the right to simply walk up to me and tell me that I was disgusting for smoking? When did a bad habit start dictating the caliber of the individual? I'm smoking, thus hurting only myself (please don't rant about second hand smoke -- I didn't just fall out of a cave).
To that end, what is up with the nakedly hate filled, "smite thee down with the sword of Saint Michael" stares when I choose to light up in a designated area? When did smoking become equated with pure evil?
And for the record, and I know I can speak for all smokers in the entire world, Yes! We do know that smoking is very, very bad for us!
Climbing down from my soap box now... and quietly going to the designated smoking area at work... aka the street corner with the other degenerates.
DISCLAIMER: THE ABOVE WAS WRITTEN AS AN AMUSING SOCIAL COMMENTARY MUCH IN THE TONE OF ANDY ROONEY! Please don't flame my poor smoking butt!