I'm having a grumble about a housemate.
Yes I get that she doesn't like smokers. I'm a smoker and I don't like smokers. The rule is we can smoke in the wheelhouse or outside. If the weather is inclement, as it is right now, smoking in the wheelhouse is fine.,
Yet, she took the time to come upstairs and tell me how horrible my tobacco is. There is literally no way she could've smelled my cigarette smoke from her room. There's just no way.
But she seemingly did. And she made a point of it. In a murderously polite "Live Laugh Love" kinda way.
Maximum grump.
Yes I get that she doesn't like smokers. I'm a smoker and I don't like smokers. The rule is we can smoke in the wheelhouse or outside. If the weather is inclement, as it is right now, smoking in the wheelhouse is fine.,
Yet, she took the time to come upstairs and tell me how horrible my tobacco is. There is literally no way she could've smelled my cigarette smoke from her room. There's just no way.
But she seemingly did. And she made a point of it. In a murderously polite "Live Laugh Love" kinda way.
Maximum grump.