People who enter an elevator bringing a smell of recently smoked cigarette. The elevator is then never fast enough!
As a former, and again current smoker, I truly sympathize. I also understand that there are many, many arseholes out there that don't give a shit. There are those of us that do. I apologize for those of us that do and that we can't help that the stink follows us (more on that in a moment).
Perhaps this will be viewed as a sob story to be looked upon with contempt. Perhaps this will be a story that allows you to gain some measure of understanding.
There are those of us that were addicted before we started. A LOT of people like that exist and have existed for as long as there has been tobacco smoking. There are also many, MANY of those people that have been able to give up that nasty habit for good, forever. I am not one of those people.
Given my physiological brain impairments and chemical imbalances, quitting was the absolute most difficult thing I've ever done in my life. Every single goddamned hour of every single goddamned day of every one of those four goddamned years all I wanted was a cigarette. I wanted NOTHING more.
After my life fell apart last November I attended a family gathering where a couple of my unapologetic smoking family members asked to talk to me while they were smoking (outside). I cannot describe to you how amazing that smell was in the state of mind I was in. A couple of weeks later I decided that I would buy "just one" pack. Then another. And another.
Then my dad's health deteriorated. I was in total distress. I continued to smoke. My dad died. Smoking, unfortunately, and counterintuitively, was my "safe space". My dad died. I'm still smoking.
I hope, one day, to give it up. I know it's disgusting. I know it's looked down upon in this day and age. Right now is not my time. Even my self-righteous ex-smoker mother understands my current condition. She does not like it, but unlike previously, she has not said a word about it. She understands that now is not the time.
There are those of us that, once hooked (as mentioned, many before we ever even took our first drag), cannot stop without going mad. It's unfortunate, and perhaps it IS just an excuse. Just know that many of us in that situation deeply regret how that smell affects others and we do everything we can (short of doing the impossible for us) to minimize this effect by going outside, away from anyone that might be affected by us.
Keep in mind that there are many people that think similarly of perfume or cologne. I have one friend that despises air fresheners and would rather smell excrement than those products.
No, smoking is neither good for the smoker nor those around them, but for some, it feels like a lifeline, even if it will kill us sooner than we should otherwise die. In many of our cases, we regard this as a benefit, if not a potentially painful one.
Again, I truly do sympathize.