New Year’s Eve, a number of years ago. Wife and I went to a bar with some friends and rang in the New Year. I think she and I maybe smoked a pack between the two of us that night. Next day, both of us felt sick to our stomachs. Really nauseous, and just terrible. We didn’t get that drunk, so it wasn’t a bad hangover or anything. Anyway, just the thought of a cigarette made both of us even more nauseous. Flash forward a week, and neither one of us had spoken about not having smoked, and we didn’t want another cigarette. A week later, wife confirmed to me that she hadn’t had any at work. I said the same to her. Years later, we haven’t had any either.

Now we’re “ex-smokers,” who I think are the worst for smokers to be around. We’re hyper-sensitive to the smell and smoky rooms.