I DidI smoked for close to a decade. My parents strongly disapproved, but once I moved out of their house they couldn't say much. Sure, I smelled like an ashtray...but at least I took my butt (and butts) outside for my smoke breaks.
*embarrassed look* So at one point I had (mostly) convinced my mom that I'd quit. She said great, 'cause we're going to visit your grandmother and stay for a week. Grandma lived a state and a half away.
And she had the keenest nose for BS of anyone I've ever known.
Whatever lies and half-truths I fed my parents, Grandma would find the truth...and probably take the starch out of me for trying to lie. No way was I gonna be able to creep down her squeaky back steps to sneak a few puffs. I also knew I'd never survive a whole week in nicotine withdrawal at her house.
So I quit.
Good thing too, 'cause the TSA found and confiscated my last lighter when I went through security!