Ok, here is the deal… I hate cigarette smoke. It disgusts me. I don’t want to smell it, I don’t want it wafting anywhere near me and I sure as hell don’t want it anywhere near my babies.

Considering my hate of cigarette smoke, I guess I am lucky to I live in a place where there are rules that prohibit smokers from smoking in indoor public spaces, on patios and around doorways and windows. I have to admit, generally I find that most smokers tend to be considerate, they try to stand clear of non-smokers and try not to smoke around other peoples children.

I am glad that people that have such a dumb-ass, nasty habit can actually have some sense. But, every once and a while I come across a smoker who is either oblivious to what they are doing or they just don’t give a flying f*#k. I came across one of them yesterday.

It was hot yesterday, being as summer is officially over, there was no way I was going to miss out on the sun. We are visiting Vancouver this week, so I schlepped the baby and my 2 year old to Granville Island; we picked up some lunch in the Public Market and headed outside for a lovely creek side lunch in the sun.

Things did not start out well, it took a while to find a table. Clearly, I was not the only one trying to exploit the autumn sunshine. I sat us down and got the lunch spread laid out. I settled in to nurse the baby and ran into another issue. My 2 YO started freaking out about the damn pigeons; they roam around looking for specks of food and are everywhere on the patio outside the Public Market.

There I was, nursing the baby, trying to calm a hysterical 2 YO all while frantically waiving my arms around to scare away the pigeons. So far, the lunch in the sun was sucking big time.

At that moment, I thought it could not get any worse. But of course it did.

This guy comes sauntering out, sits right next to me and my children and proceeds to light up a cigarette. I was like WTF are you doing buddy!?! I wanted to tell him off, I was going to tell him off, it was on the tip of my tongue.

But, I didn’t.

In that moment I was done. I was too tired, too worn down, I just gave up. I packed up our lunch and I left. We came back to the hotel and we ate lunch inside our smoke free, sunless room.

I don’t regret not telling that idiot off. I really did not want to get into it right in front of my little boys. But seriously, WTF is up with that?

For any smokers out there reading this: If you want to continue your dirty, death inducing habit please feel free. But, at the least, please stay the hell away from children and breastfeeding mothers. Maybe you don't care about what you suck into you lungs, but I do.