Smoking by ~nwootters on deviantART

…quick story… my first time in San Diego was a blast. I must’ve parked illegally, because I parked downtown and didn’t pay. Upon return, I couldn’t find free parking anywhere. Anyways. I walked around until I found a simply marked door in a building somewhere near 6th and F in the Lamplighter District. The door had some name and the word “Hostel”, that word being the important part, as I needed rest and a shower. This is 2001…. California.. . smoking isn’t exactly welcome here, let alone legal. Imagine my surprise when the lady who greets me just inside the door is smoking. That and the Scottish accent left me dumbfounded. I believe all I could get out was, “There’s smoking here?” Ooh… that got her. This little fireball of a Scott leaned forward, pointing at the door and said, “America ends at my door. If you don’t like it then that’s the door you leave thru.” Needless to say, I didn’t leave, and pulled out a pack of Spirits with a smile to beg my way back into the good graces of this fiery little creature.