so i walk away

this is the experience you might have if you are not a smoker: when you arrive at a mamak stall you will try to find a place as far away as possible from any existing, or potential smoking spot to have your meal. you can choose to sit far from the crowd, but you cant choose to avoid people coming later sitting near to you and starts to smoke, or merely lit up the cig and let it burns. so no matter where you sit, you will still, sooner or later, find yourself trapped in the middle of the unbearable haze. the unpleasant feeling can be described as following: it's like entering a room so packed with people that you have to squeeze in between the shoulders to find a space to stand. suddenly these people take off their pants, squard down, shit on the ground and sniff at their own shit. you think what! these people must be out of their mind and shout out to stop them. they turn their face to you give you a long stare as if telling you, very unwillingly and impatiently, if you don't like it just go play some where else. and they continue shitting and sniffing in style, very elegantly. and burst out laughing like dogs. so you walk away.