You.
You who cluster outside City Centre like flies approaching fresh poop. You sicken me with your cloudy emissions!
You will not be ignored! You smoke so I must inhale your smoke too as I approach the hazy doors. Damn you! Damn your habit.
I see you also drinking Tim Hortons coffee but do you share that delicious nectar? Ever offer me a sip from the familiar brown cup? Nay!
But upon me you force your burning tobacco. Your selfishness/generosity upsets me.
There is no escape. As long as I have a mortgage I must work, and where I work, you apparently must be.
Karma lives. I used to smoke and inflict my pain on others. Now you are getting revenge on behalf of the universe. Have mercy on me!