Not sure if this is off topic or not, but wanted to share a little experience I had this week.
Now, to give you the "geographical" flavor of what transpired, I must tell you that I live in a small town in Northern Wyoming, just outside the East gate to Yellowstone National Park. The nearest International airport, BIA, is 90 miles to the North East in Billings, MT., and I was there with my wife (whom I just turned on to vaping over Christmas) to pick up a good friend of mine (who just turned me on to vaping a little over a month ago).
When my friend, whom shall be referred to as "Jedi" from here on out (for reasons other than the obvious), flew out of BIA on A*******t Air the week before, and was disallowed from taking his OMG All Day on the plane. This upset Jedi very much for he had ordered the OMG from Vapor4Life several months ago as an analog substituted while on this very trip. Thankfully, he had bought some nic gum as well, so he stowed his beloved OMG in his checked bag and boarded the plane.
Fast forward 10 days when my wife, Stacey and I were up in Billings to pick Jedi up and give him a ride back home.
Like I said before, Stacey had just started vaping, and was three days off of analog smokes (so very proud of that girl!!). Like most of us who are just starting out, she is shy about vaping in public, especially in places where smoking is vehemently verboten like say...an Airport Lounge. She was aghast when, while sitting in that cozy little lounge, at a tinny table for two, surrounded by departers and arrivalists of all shapes, ages, and sizes; some, like me, enjoying a tasty beverage, some even eating; I whipped out my ostentatious OMG with it's huge 6ml tank, and voluminous vapor factory of a 1.5ohm dual carto, and took a HUGE, satisfying draw!
"You can't do that here!" she whispered quite loudly. "Yes, I can" I replied with a cheshire-like grin, "and so can you." Like it usually does, my OMG was drawing sidelong glances, and stares of wonderment. You could see the wheels turning in people's minds: the smokers were all looking lustfully and longingly at the vapor streaming out of my nose and circling my head, while the "smoking Nazis" were thinking with incredulity "HE CAN'T SMOKE HERE!! WHAT NERVE!" One lady even approached me as if to say something, but as she opened her mouth to speak what were obviously going to be some very harsh words, I held up my index finger, silently asking her to wait one moment, and then I handed her on of Vapor4Life's handy little cards. You all know the ones. A puzzled look enveloped her face as she looked over the card, the she turned back to her seat with out a word.
Stacey, by this time overcome with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, asked me if I would pay the check so we could leave the lounge and go down to baggage claim to wait for Jedi to arrive; so I did, and we did.
Now, It was a late-evening flight that Jedi was coming in on, and the baggage claim was not at all crowded. We picked a row of seats smack-dab in the middle of the large room where we would be close to where Jedi's bags would exit onto the carousel and we could see Jedi come down the stairs from the secure area. Off to one side, almost directly in front of us was a pillar with a huge "no smoking" sign on it. I smiled devilishly to myself and again began to vape. Stacey, this time wise to the game (and enjoying it a little) also pulled out her Vapor King and joined me. The looks, stares (some longing, some hate-filled, most simply curious) and the scrutiny were palpable, but we vaped on!
An announcement came over the loud speakers that Jedi's plane was on the tarmac, and deplaning had begun. Baggage would be on the carousel very soon. I knew that this trip was going to be a stressful one on my friend, Jedi, and I knew that he had been without his trusty OMG for several hours . That's why I brought along my Titan and some clean drip tips. On to my OMG, I put a tank of Jedi's favorite juice, New Menthol, and a fresh DT, and stood there at the bottom of the stairs, waiting.
I don't know when the last time was that I saw a man looking so thoroughly dejected, as Jedi did when he emerged from the doorway at the top of those stairs. He seemed as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Then, he saw me, and his eyes tracked down to my hand, which was held out in a gesture of welcome, and offering to him my beloved OMG. He smiled, and a spring returned to his step. He reached the bottom of the stairs, took the OMG and one long draw; as he did, his burdens seemed to fall away, and joy returned to his face.
As we stood there, the three of us, my wife, my best friend, and myself, welcoming Jedi and shaking hands and hugging and doing all of those things people do at the arrival areas in airports, we were so isolated in our own little world of happiness and contentment, we forgot all those around us. We were yucking it up, laughing and carrying on, and all the while......
Suddenly, I felt the weight of many eyes, and I glanced around. Stacey and Jedi must have as well, because we all became very still at the same exact moment. I looked into the faces of all those people, and I could tell the ones who were smokers. Their faces were scrunched in agony and longing from a long flight without their smokes. It seemed as though the ones who smoked were banding together like a slow moving zombie mob, and inching closer and closer to we three.
Several folks had seen Jedi come down the stairs and take the OMG from my hand. They witnessed him take that first satisfying pull, and the joy and calmness which it brought to him...and they were sooo jealous!
We were drawing stares from non-smokers as well. Looks of distaste, shock and amazement. One gentlemen even waved his arms at us to get our attention, and when we looked his way, he was leaning up against that pillar with the "no-smoking" sign and angrily pointing to it with his thumb. I similed, tipped my hat to him, and while looking directly into his eyes, took an extra long pull on my Titan...
Soon, the zombi-like mob of smokers reached us, and encircled us. At first, Stacey was a bit frightened, but I patted her on the arm, and with a knowing smile, I handed her a bundle of Vapor4Life's trusty little cards. Like three wise men, we stood there, amongst the uninitiated, and preached the word of vaping. There were so many questions, and we've all heard them before. "Is it really better than a cigaret?" "I heard ecigs really suck!" "How long since your last real smoke?" "You mean you can smoke those things in PUBLIC?!"
Ahhh, it felt good to spread the word.