Monday, January 18, 2010
As a child, my husband found a way to stop his parents from smoking: Throw up in the car. As they traveled the 4 hours to visit relatives, his parents would smoke. The smoke nauseated the little boy, making him vomit. They found that quitting smoking was simpler than cleaning up the car after every trip.
As an adult, my husband's brother finally quit smoking. He tried to convince my husband into quitting, too, rattling off several methods he found which worked. Brother-in-law talked on and on, not paying any attention to either history or the present. My husband never smoked.