The Smoking Gun

Let me start by saying that I have a sensitive nose. Smells get to me like no other! It doesn't matter if it's a good smell or a bad smell, I simply can't stand it when my house, hands, or surroundings smell strongly of something for a prolonged period of time. Freshness, that's what I'm about...good CLEAN air! Unfortunately, we've been dealing with one of the most offensive scents as of late. Cigarette Smoke. Now before someone jumps down my back for not being accepting of other lifestyles, let me say that I have no problem with individuals who choose to poison themselves in the great outdoors. Like the "Marlboro Club" that congregates outside the hotel door for example. I can hold my breath long enough to make it upwind from the oh so NOT wonderful smell of nicotine. And I'll admit that their habit actually comes in handy when I'm making my way towards that key-card entry door with a heavy baby and an arm-full of groceries. There's always one of them thoughtful enough to open the door for us. But I must draw the line somewhere! So today I had to be the person I normally hate. You know the ornery picky one who complains to management? But I had to resort to calling the front desk today when, for the third day in a row, I smelled cigarette smoke. Hopefully they'll find that smoking gun soon and I'm sure when they do there will be someone in the hotel cursing my name for being that ornery person. But, if that's the price I have to pay for clean air, SO BE IT!!