Don’t Blow Your Secondhand Smoke on Me!
How cigarettes in public spaces unleashed my inner Grumpy.
No more Mr. Nice Guy — not that I’ve ever really qualified for that title.
I was already hyper-sensitive and easily annoyed as a kid, but my mother’s brand of tough-love discipline usually kept my grumpy outbursts in check. Over the course of my adulthood, however, my inner…