From a diary in The Observer (UK newspaper):
Fasten your nicotine patches
America is now officially a non-smoking zone. From sea to shining sea, smokers, banned even from the thresholds of public buildings, are forced to huddle on street corners, much as members of the oldest profession once did. The smoker's suffering has grown so acute that often the poor outcast needs to share it. A friend was recently on a Washington DC-Miami flight. Half way through the four hours, the woman next to him began to jibber about how she thanked God for her nicotine patch, how she wished she could light up during turbulence, how only her Marlboro Light made her feel life was worth living. My friend, a gentle Lebanese Muslim, was just about to shower the poor wreck with sympathy when he recognised her: Ann Coulter, the rightwing firebrand who has made her reputation with shockers like: 'We should invade their
countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity' and: 'Liberals are about to become the last people to figure out that Arabs lie.' As Coulter wiped her sweaty palms on her armrest, my friend leaned over: 'If only you could have a cigarette: apparently, this is going to be a very bumpy flight.'
http://observer.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,6903,1474162,00.html:rofl: