Oh god, the bowling alleys. The stink of cigarettes, soggy fried food, and machine oil that didn't just destroy your clothes, but actually permeated your soul.
Both of my parents smoked. My two brothers and I would take a pair of scissors and cut the cigarette in front of their faces when they would go and light up.
I don't remember how long it took to get them to quit, but they finally did.
It's just not the health aspect, but smoking is just absolutely disgusting. A smoker just stinks to high heaven and they make everything around them stink long after they leave. How they are not completely mortified by that, I will never know.
Then add the expense and the deleterious health impact.