So I'm on my home on my local poorly planed mass transit system (oh the joy of transit systems planed by people who don't even live in your state) waiting for the connecting train, and I'm standing on the bottom of the ram vaping away waiting the half an hour for the train that's just sitting there to let us on when somebody lights up on the platform. So the driver puts down his newspaper and ask the guy to get off the platform if he's going to smoke. The smoker responds with some special language that only rich white boys who like to pretend they are gangstas use, then points to me and calls me a select name involving Odeipus and points out that I'm "smoking" too.
Now this is when I get surprised. The driver responds telling him that one: I'm not on the platform and two: I'm not smoking and that I can do that anywhere I want. He knew what vaping was and was pointing out that so far it not proven to be dangerous to anybody.
The original gangsta responds with some not so kind words about PVs and the situation and is told to leave. More select language and storming off like a kid in a temper tantrum.
As I walk up to the platform to get onto the train, five of the ten people standing there start asking about my PV and the driver even lets me vape a bit on the train because they ask to smell the vapor (even the other five people were curious about that one). I went through all my cards for vaping companies I had and told them about the CASAA if they wanted more facts about vaping.
It feels like I might have done a little good just by vaping, and it looks like some people might actually not be being blinded by the fake facts.
Now this is when I get surprised. The driver responds telling him that one: I'm not on the platform and two: I'm not smoking and that I can do that anywhere I want. He knew what vaping was and was pointing out that so far it not proven to be dangerous to anybody.
The original gangsta responds with some not so kind words about PVs and the situation and is told to leave. More select language and storming off like a kid in a temper tantrum.
As I walk up to the platform to get onto the train, five of the ten people standing there start asking about my PV and the driver even lets me vape a bit on the train because they ask to smell the vapor (even the other five people were curious about that one). I went through all my cards for vaping companies I had and told them about the CASAA if they wanted more facts about vaping.
It feels like I might have done a little good just by vaping, and it looks like some people might actually not be being blinded by the fake facts.