I get second glances from other drivers in traffic.
I get looks from children when they see my pipe. I think most children today have never seen a pipe smoker. I have been stopped by the police when I was a young long haired hippie, and they would straight out ask what I was smoking. They were honest and considerate with me so I was honest and considerate with them and we both went on our way happily ever after.
I smoke on the way home from the office everyday. I get some curious looks here and there at traffic lights. Aside from that never really gotten any comments. My coworkers at the office see me walk out every afternoon with a pipe and light up in my truck before I take off. They don't think much of it.
I used to get, not just looks, but ACCUSATIONS of smoking pot when I was in the Air Force and on base. You'd think the military would have a better clue than that! Fortunately, I retired from there in 1999, so nobody seems to bother me any more.
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To explain a little its usually the younger people, I live in a very liberal college town with around 35,000 students. The two times the police stopped me was because someone was driving by and called. It may also have to do with the fact the longest my hair has been in over a year was a three day old zero.
I got some yesterday, enjoying a bowl in my lunch break yesterday.
There was a gap in the rain, and I found a nice spot (on observatory hill, for thems who know Sydney), plently of curious glances.
And some pretty girls stopped to say hello, so all in all not a problem!
I usually smoke while driving. The first few days I noticed people giving me funny looks, but after a few days I felt less self concerned about it and quit paying attention.
I've spent half the money I've earned in my life on wetshaving, tobacco, booze and music. The other half I've just wasted.
You know what's kinda weird? Last Friday I went to a local tobacconist, perished their bulk offerings and said, "I think I'll try and ounce of your 'English Luxury', please."
And he looked at me, looked at the tobacco, looked back at me and gave me this "you don't want THAT" look and said, "this is an English blend. Pretty strong, only REAL pipe smokers really like that one..." and he let it just trail off, clearly suggesting I should pick something else.
It is the weirdest look I've gotten so far. And such an odd situation. Blew my mind.
You are what you is, and that's all it is.
The only local B&M pipe shop around I refuse to go to because of his horrid prices, $25 for a small tin of frog morton and $9 an oz for a generic house english that I've had to add water to three times to rehydrate to get to a smokeable humidity.
Wow, I'm really feeling lucky to have an good pipe store. They had no problem telling me what house blends were as from McClelland and what was blended in house and even the contents of those blends. Most of the employees even admit they don't smoke pipes often, but the owner does. The shop/owner John B. Hayes was mentioned in a bio of Mark Tinsky as one of the first stores to carry his pipes in the early-80s.
I get looks, a lot of them. Typically it's someone saying "Oh, my dad/granddad/uncle/someone smoked a pipe, I've always loved the smell." I study Criminal Justice, and at my school, the Criminal Justice building is right beside the building where the police recruits for the Kentucky State Police train. The only bad looks I got were sitting beside said building with recruits present, and telling my friend (also a pipe smoker), "Hey, check this out, I just picked up a couple ounces of cherry-van, you want a bowl-full?"
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I'm 26 and I get called "Gramps" a lot when any of my co-workers discover that I smoke a pipe. Doesn't really bother me, they just don't know what they're missing.
I have a mind like a steel trap... things wander in and get mangled.
It's also a personality thing, not just a generational thing.