Ick.

Whenever the parents smoke, they smoke in the kitchen with the door closed. Occasionally, when they open the door to the kitchen and shut it, this tobacco-ridden pocket of air occassionally drifts into my room and I get a whiff of the Marlboro man.

It's easy to avoid, however, if I just shut my door.

Sometimes they burn incense in the kitchen to "clear up" the smell.

Therefore, I have to ask myself...
Which is worse:
smelling thick cigarette smoke,
or smelling smoke from burning incense?


Or, should I add a third: dealing with the irrationality of covering the smell of burning with...the smell of burning?