Where I live everyone is required by law to wear a helmet. I rode up my street once without one and my neighbour hasn't stopped talking about it since, brings it up every time he sees me on a bike. "Glad to see you're being safe today" "Now don't go taking that helmet off!" You would think he had stepped out onto his porch and found me on his lawn with a needle in my arm.
There is always a busybody.
Both my parents smoked. I dreaded Sundays. Being dragged to church. My Mom fussing at me about my hair--using half a can of Aqua-Net on it to fight stick-ups. She used jagged tooth upholstering shears to cut (I mean pull) it.
We had a 1974 Ford LTD.
My Mom smoked Winston 100s, my Dad Chesterfield Kings.
But let me try to roll the window down so's I can breathe
ROLL THAT WINDOW UP! IT'LL MESS UP YOUR HAIR!!
She'd offer to roll her's down a half inch. I'd try to breathe out of the crack--and doubtless a hot ash would fly into my eyeball every time.