As I was running, it started to smell like a (pre smoking ban) bar. I was wondering what was going on. I started smelling my towel, my shirt, etc., thinking I was the source of it for some bizarre reason. And then I realized it was emanating from the pseudo-biker chick next to me. I started to get nuts.
I am quite laissez-faire about smoking. If someone wants to smoke in a bar, elsewhere, etc., I don't really care. It won't even affect my behavior. But, if I smell it when I am working out, it incenses me. Cell phones while "exercising" is one thing (very bad); reeking of smoke is another (grounds for pummelling.)