I remember both my parents smoking in the car with me and my younger brother trapped in the back seat. My dad would "crack" the window for us, but that never helped. Essentially they hot-boxed me and my brother for well over a decade. No amount of begging or reasoning would make them stop.
Just writing that made me remember a time I was called into the office in seventh grade. My mom dropped me off at school and smoked during the entire drive there. When I got to school, the cigarette smoke smell was so heavy on me that the crossing guard reported me to the principle. She thought I was smoking before school. The principle explained the dangers of smoking to me and I had to explain to him I smelled like that because of my mother. I had a take home a note for my mom to sign and not even that got her to quit.
Geez, I didn't realize this thread would be such a trigger!![]()