Smoke.
Since Santa Fe is a liberal hippy-nest filled with people operating under the mistake impression that they’re your mother and know what is best for you, some while ago, the town enacted a fairly draconian smoking ban. It’s not the worst in the nation, but the fact that I have to make that point is damning enough on its own. Recently a friend was complaining that her town enacted a similar ban, but that the fine was only $100 per night for the joint violating the ban. I thought about looking up what the Santa Fe fine is like, but that sounded like too much effort, and besides, the whole notion kicked the squirrel on a exercise wheel that passes for my brain, and I had An Idea.
I don’t smoke, myself. I enjoy cigars, but not regularly enough that this sort of ban directly impacts me. But just because it doesn’t directly impact me doesn’t mean it isn’t still a load of steaming horseshit cobbled together by some helicopter parent with delusions of adequacy. What needs to happen, and which sadly almost never does, is that these meddling, mewling crybabies need to be told that they are not, in fact, the boss of everybody and that they are cordially invited to go fuck themselves with a steam shovel. To that end, I want to open a bar, or bar & grill, or hell, just a damn warehouse room with some chairs and a soda machine. The establishment will be named “Smoke Here.” Just to make sure everybody is on the same page, I’ll put a disclaimer on the door:
The smoking ban is bullshit. You’re an adult, you can smoke here if you want. There will be people smoking in here, so if you’re a goddamn crybaby that has to meddle with shit that’s none of your business, go somewhere else. Pay attention to your own kids or something. But given the type asshole that does that shit, your kids are probably in here anyway. So just fuck off.
P.S. The bartender is kind of an asshole.
Bar food will all be smoked as well. Smoked bacon, smoked salmon, smoked jerky, you get the idea. Every fifth drink gets you a free cigarette. Even better, just while writing this I realized I could combine two of my ideas in one and offer Angry Hour once or twice a week. And if any petty little pisspot bureaucratic dictator who thinks just because he’s got a clipboard and the official “I’m Your New Mommy” badge means he’s got the biggest dick in town wants to swagger up to the place, whichever patron successfully figures out why there’s a woodchipper and a garden hose out back gets free drinks for the night.
So, any venture capitalists out in the audience?
