Course, my ex smoked in the shower, so imguess it could've been worse.
In another life I was pretty good at Racquetball. I taught a best friend who was a Much Better athlete [1] than I how to play. It took him about a year to get to my level. Just to P him off, I'd have a last smoke while I warmed up in the court and then proceed to shellac his ....
[1] It was pretty incredible. I'd be near the back wall and nail a kill shot. He'd dive across the court and get it. I'd fire another kill shot that no one else could get and he'd dive to the other side of the court and get it. He often got the point from me hosing what should have been the 4th or 5th kill shot in a row.
Bruce in Ocala, Fl