
So I’m at Sonic during lunch, wedged into one of those tight little car corrals waiting for my burger, when the lady in the car one stall over lights up a cig and starts pipping it in my direction. My windows are down, so the smoke is wafting slowing into my ride.
I would say that my personal space was invaded by this woman’s craving for a Marlboro.
Here’s what the city’s smoking ordinance says:
“Smoking is prohibited within a reasonable distance of an enclosed area where smoking is prohibited, so as to insure that tobacco smoke does not enter the area through entrances, windows, ventilation systems, or other means.
“This shall be at minimum defined by an arc measured from the center point of any public doorway or usual employee doorway or entrance utilized by the public or employees or ventilation intake regulated by this ordinance. The arc shall be 25 feet for all facilities unless the entrance is from a public thoroughfare such as a sidewalk or ally at which the arc shall be 10 feet.”
Nothing about “personal space,” but her car was definitely less than 25 feet away from a window at Sonic.
Note to smokers: Don’t light up at Sonic. Others can smell it, and it isn’t appetizing.