We are not – as we have pointed out on these very pages – in favour of a complete ban on smoking in public places. Although we have become rather evangelical non-smokers in the year and a bit since we gave up the fags, we remain hopeful that the invisible hand of the market will come to the rescue long before drastic measures such as total bans (similar to those in other places around the world) have to be enforced.
Our recent list of restaurants and cafes in Bucharest which are totally non-smoking would suggest that our hopes are not entirely unfounded.
A few more incidents such as the one at our kids’ school this morning however, and we might have to rethink our stance.
One of the Dads picking up his sprog was holding a lit cigarette by his side just as a class of six and seven year-olds came running out of the school; most of the children were about the height of the cigarette. One kid brushed right by the cigarette, which caught his hat (and left a hole, no doubt). The kid was lucky: another inch or so and it could have been his eye.
Politely, we asked the dickhead holding the cigarette if he didn’t think smoking in a crowded playground was rather dangerous, not to mention a bad example for primary school children.
Evidently realising (from the accent) that we aren’t local, his aggressive reply was (and we will leave it in Romanian, for maximum effect):
Nu stiu din ce tara esti, dar in tara mea fumez unde vreau.
And that, we’re afraid, is the problem.