AndyC1971
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I would love to get peoples views and opinions on this topic.
Yesterday, was the first day that I used my new best friend properly, and as I had lots of things to do and some research, (Sorry, that post is to come!) I chose to take Vicki the Vamo out. (Sad, I know that 'she' is named, but I do feel that you have to have a personal bond, and be on first name terms with anything that you put in your mouth, drunken nights out excluded!)
I ventured out, and picked up a good mate, and followed the burnt out cars to get into the town centre. Now being of quite a confident nature (Only on the outside), I thought I would guage peoples reactions to the art of vaping. Up until now, the most awkward situation that has been bestowed on me, was entering my local Tescos, and having to purchase a shopping list which consisted of, 1 x Large Cucumber, 1 x Bottle of Lube, 1 x Banana, 1 x Tub of Vaseline and 1 x packet of condoms, and not being allowed to use the self checkout, whilst having to pretend that I had tourettes. Why I enter into these stupid bets, I dont know, something me and my Probation officer have discussed on several occasions with no resolution, since the incident with the German lap dancer, when I thought 'Nein', meant the amount of times I could touch her. Anyway, I digress, apologies.
I had conducted the business that I needed to do, and if your town is anything like mine, it is full of Charity shops, Mobile Phone shops and Coffee houses, we decided to reward ourselves and frequent Costa, and after arguing with my mate, who was supposed to be paying, I sat down and waited for my friend to sit down. It was at this moment, that I reached down, and pulled Vicki out of my coat pocket.
Now I could see the horror and shock on some peoples faces, so I had checked to make sure, that my 'man bits' (called Jon, if anyone was wondering, (mouths and all that!)) had not flopped out, without me noticing, another frequent conversation me and the Probation officer, he just doesnt believe me when I tell him, Jon is clever and undoes my flies all by himself!) So you can imagine my relief when he was fully covered and fast asleep. I then continued to switch it on, and by the time I made that 5th click, I could see the panic on the faces of what at first seemed a really nice couple.
Now, I decided to break my bail conditions, and explain to this couple that the contraption that I was intending to use, was actually an electronic cigarette, and it was perfectly legal, and did not constitute any threat to them of passive smoking. This must of got lost in translation from leaving my mouth and entering their ears, because as I was taking a drag, I heard the mutterings of 'taking drugs, in a coffee shop whatever next'. I put this down to ignorance, and whilst I felt a little embarrassed, I have done worse things, right?!
Oh, how wrong was I, upon leaving the establishment, this couple decided to speak to the manager and was looking and pointing, but I did chuckle to myself, as I saw he had the Daily Mail tucked under his arm. Whilst I took another drag, and was discussing the merits to my mate, and trying to convert him, using the same tatics as a rabid Jehovahs Witness, when this manager who was young enough to be my son, came storming over and asked me 'what the hell did I think, I was doing?' I tried to explain nicely what it was, and if he did not want me to use it, I would refrain. Now to any normal human being, surely this would be enough, but I can only assume the lack of brain cells, coupled with Costa management training, section 4. 'How to try and 'belittle & ridicule' a customer', the mumblings were about taking drugs. At this point I really had enough, and explained that did he really think I was taking drugs, and not to call me 'sonny' as I have what looks like a badger on my head (Grey), and I was old enough to be his father.
I decided to leave, and did have a good laugh to my mate, as I pointed at the fire extinguisher on the wall, and said, that will I will upgrade to that in a few weeks. Upon leaving, I felt a little disgruntled and embarrassed, but that cant be the view of everyone could it?? I then decided to do my good deed for the day, and take my mate to his kids infant school, to pick his little 'un up, who trust me is literally the 'sperm of the devil'. The real reason was to ogle up the 'yummy mummys' but again I digress.
Upon arriving at the school, that does resemble Colditz on a cold winters morning in 1943, my mate begged with me to behave, and after entering the playground (bail conditions broke again!), I think I blended in. Bored with waiting to hear the bell, I reached into my pocket and pulled Vicki out again, in her fine glory. As I took a drag, The horrified look on peoples faces were a picture. I know my dress sense is old fashioned, but there was no way I looked like Gary Glitter in his 70s glam rock era, but it must of looked like, I was going to start playing a tune on my silver flute to lure the children like the evil child catcher. At this point, I gave up, after a long hard glare from my mate, I put it back in my pocket, held my head in shame, and proceeded to drop them home.
When I got home, I reflected on the days events, and am really disappointed in peoples reactions to this. I did feel embarrassed and feel like I have been put in the same category as Murders and Rapists.
I have decided I am going back to Vaper Train to order a more discreet and portable one, for when I go out, but really why should I have to? Has others experienced these views??
Yesterday, was the first day that I used my new best friend properly, and as I had lots of things to do and some research, (Sorry, that post is to come!) I chose to take Vicki the Vamo out. (Sad, I know that 'she' is named, but I do feel that you have to have a personal bond, and be on first name terms with anything that you put in your mouth, drunken nights out excluded!)
I ventured out, and picked up a good mate, and followed the burnt out cars to get into the town centre. Now being of quite a confident nature (Only on the outside), I thought I would guage peoples reactions to the art of vaping. Up until now, the most awkward situation that has been bestowed on me, was entering my local Tescos, and having to purchase a shopping list which consisted of, 1 x Large Cucumber, 1 x Bottle of Lube, 1 x Banana, 1 x Tub of Vaseline and 1 x packet of condoms, and not being allowed to use the self checkout, whilst having to pretend that I had tourettes. Why I enter into these stupid bets, I dont know, something me and my Probation officer have discussed on several occasions with no resolution, since the incident with the German lap dancer, when I thought 'Nein', meant the amount of times I could touch her. Anyway, I digress, apologies.
I had conducted the business that I needed to do, and if your town is anything like mine, it is full of Charity shops, Mobile Phone shops and Coffee houses, we decided to reward ourselves and frequent Costa, and after arguing with my mate, who was supposed to be paying, I sat down and waited for my friend to sit down. It was at this moment, that I reached down, and pulled Vicki out of my coat pocket.
Now I could see the horror and shock on some peoples faces, so I had checked to make sure, that my 'man bits' (called Jon, if anyone was wondering, (mouths and all that!)) had not flopped out, without me noticing, another frequent conversation me and the Probation officer, he just doesnt believe me when I tell him, Jon is clever and undoes my flies all by himself!) So you can imagine my relief when he was fully covered and fast asleep. I then continued to switch it on, and by the time I made that 5th click, I could see the panic on the faces of what at first seemed a really nice couple.
Now, I decided to break my bail conditions, and explain to this couple that the contraption that I was intending to use, was actually an electronic cigarette, and it was perfectly legal, and did not constitute any threat to them of passive smoking. This must of got lost in translation from leaving my mouth and entering their ears, because as I was taking a drag, I heard the mutterings of 'taking drugs, in a coffee shop whatever next'. I put this down to ignorance, and whilst I felt a little embarrassed, I have done worse things, right?!
Oh, how wrong was I, upon leaving the establishment, this couple decided to speak to the manager and was looking and pointing, but I did chuckle to myself, as I saw he had the Daily Mail tucked under his arm. Whilst I took another drag, and was discussing the merits to my mate, and trying to convert him, using the same tatics as a rabid Jehovahs Witness, when this manager who was young enough to be my son, came storming over and asked me 'what the hell did I think, I was doing?' I tried to explain nicely what it was, and if he did not want me to use it, I would refrain. Now to any normal human being, surely this would be enough, but I can only assume the lack of brain cells, coupled with Costa management training, section 4. 'How to try and 'belittle & ridicule' a customer', the mumblings were about taking drugs. At this point I really had enough, and explained that did he really think I was taking drugs, and not to call me 'sonny' as I have what looks like a badger on my head (Grey), and I was old enough to be his father.
I decided to leave, and did have a good laugh to my mate, as I pointed at the fire extinguisher on the wall, and said, that will I will upgrade to that in a few weeks. Upon leaving, I felt a little disgruntled and embarrassed, but that cant be the view of everyone could it?? I then decided to do my good deed for the day, and take my mate to his kids infant school, to pick his little 'un up, who trust me is literally the 'sperm of the devil'. The real reason was to ogle up the 'yummy mummys' but again I digress.
Upon arriving at the school, that does resemble Colditz on a cold winters morning in 1943, my mate begged with me to behave, and after entering the playground (bail conditions broke again!), I think I blended in. Bored with waiting to hear the bell, I reached into my pocket and pulled Vicki out again, in her fine glory. As I took a drag, The horrified look on peoples faces were a picture. I know my dress sense is old fashioned, but there was no way I looked like Gary Glitter in his 70s glam rock era, but it must of looked like, I was going to start playing a tune on my silver flute to lure the children like the evil child catcher. At this point, I gave up, after a long hard glare from my mate, I put it back in my pocket, held my head in shame, and proceeded to drop them home.
When I got home, I reflected on the days events, and am really disappointed in peoples reactions to this. I did feel embarrassed and feel like I have been put in the same category as Murders and Rapists.
I have decided I am going back to Vaper Train to order a more discreet and portable one, for when I go out, but really why should I have to? Has others experienced these views??