This week a treat! Mrs. Downs!

That's right; it's me, the Mrs. and I am pissed. As you all know from my husbands ranting, I am pregnant. Needless to say my hormones are raging and my emotions run high and low. However, I do not think that should make me an outcast from society nor should I not be able to still go out and have a good time while I still can. However, I have never been so upset or as insulted as I had been this past Wednesday night. Mr. Downs and I decided to have a fun and special night out. We had tickets to go see Ozzy Osbourne at the Air Canada Centre and I was ecstatic. Before I go any further I have to say that despite everything that went on that night, Ozzy was fucking fantastic.

Even though I got to see the Prince of Fucking Darkness live for the first time, I was beyond pissed off that night. God damn the fucking smokers in section 110! Yip, that's right, I said it and I know I will piss off about 75% of the population by saying this but fuck you. I know the government is coming down hard on where you can and cannot smoke but why the hell not. It did not seem to matter to the people in my section at the ACC. It is suppose to be a non smoking venue but that did not stop anyone from lighting up as soon as the lights went down. At first the security guard was telling people to put out their cigarettes but like I said as soon as the lights went down so did the security.

Couldn't these assholes wait one fucking hour to have a cigarette outside once the concert was over? I guess the tobacco companies have their puppet strings tied so tightly around their necks these days that it's beginning to form a noose. I mean come on; no one even came in to sit down until Ozzy started to play. He played for one hour, one fucking hour and most people were lighting up one after the other. What the hell are they putting in these things?

The sad thing is that in 20 years it won't be those mother fuckers hooked up to some lung machine gasping for air. It will be us non-smokers because we are the people breathing in this poison. I honestly don't care that they are killing themselves, smoke your god damn lives away but stay the hell out of my face. Why should I have to breathe in their crap when the law says that they are not supposed to smoke there?

Needless to say, that after only five songs I had to leave. I knew that if I could hardly breathe then my baby would be having the same problem. I was so disappointed that I did not get to see the end but my baby's health is more important. So thanks to you fucking smokers who helped ruin my night out.

It did not all end there however. I did not want to go home and have my night totally ruined because of those inconsiderate bastards. It was one of my very few nights out since my pregnancy. We decided to get something to eat. We headed to a nearby patio to sit and enjoy the rest of the evening. It was a beautiful night so we wanted to sit outside. After we were seated we realized that it was of course a smoking patio. And you know what; I have no problem with that. I do believe in smoker's rights as well as non smokers rights. Regardless of my rights being infringed upon by smokers just ten minutes earlier I still did not make a big deal out the present situation. I didn't ask the people sitting next to me to put out their cigarettes because I am pregnant. No, instead my husband asked politely if it would be okay to move further down the patio where there were fewer smokers. The waitress instantly got pissy with us like we were asking her to rebuild the fucking patio. "Well, it's an all smoking section". "Yeah, we realize its ALL smoking" I said, "but we just want to move to a section where it was less crowded."

I am not sure why our request offended her but because of our move her service to us went totally down hill. Actually there was no service at all after that point. We had our drinks but we waited and waited and waited until everyone else around us had their food except us. We never saw her again, until the way out. That's right; drinks were on her that night. She had messed with the wrong pregnant lady who had been already burned once that night so I was not staying around to pay for the bill. And don't go writing back to scorn me for dining and dashing because the fact of the matter is we didn't even get to dine. The bitch was having a bad night and took it out on us. I also don't want to hear any shit about how hard it is to wait tables. I worked as a waitress on one of the biggest patios in Toronto but I never disrespected my customers like that. I knew damn well that if I was not fucking Miss Smiles and Chuckles then I was not going to be able to live off the $5.95 an hour I was getting from the restaurant.

I was still upset when I got home. The one night I am feeling great, have tickets to one of the hottest concerts of the summer and I have a terrible time because of other people's ignorant behavior. I cannot help but think that because I am pregnant I am some sort of leper who should stay home, bare foot and take it, while the rest of the world gets to be their normal asshole selves.

So there you go, there is my BoldOpinion and if you don't like you can suck my cock!

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