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Chop Suey’s back lounge, Saturday night. I’m chatting with a club employee. We smell cigarette smoke and scan the room for the source of the olfactory insult. We eventually catch a guy sneaking tokes and hiding the cigarette beneath the table where he’s sitting. Chop Suey employee politely asks him to extinguish his smoke. The culprit laughs, complies, and sheepishly says he was reading this article.
Should be fixed now. Thanks, Nick.
Good work Dave! We need hawk-nosed vigilantes like you at all the clubs. "Smoke 'em out" Dave, and call the cops while you're at it!
Nother Dave: The incident was handled with utmost civility by a Chop Suey employee. Nobody got bent out of shape. Your sarcasm is as charming as an RJ Reynolds exec.
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Dave, there's a typo in the link to the article. Looks like you put in an extra quotation mark.