Do You Smoke A Pipe In Public?

Yep.

never walked in a store with a pipe lit, but always, when walking on sidewalk in the city....carry a small one in a pocket. Another large bent with NO tobacco in it, in mouth while strolling along. The frantic fan the air, cuff, cuff stuff priceless when I show the pipe totally empty.

Ed Duncan, Batavia, NY

I do, and quite often. Actually, some of my friends bought their own pipes because they've seen me so often with one, when out drinking and what have you. I only smoke at coffee shops (we still have those where you can smoke) and such though, I like to be sitting down and focused when smoking.

I always have an inviting aromatic in my bag with me, and a cheap pipe, in case someone wants to try. A lot of people enjoy smoking a pipe with me when we're together and I was surprised at how many want to get into it. Almost everyone around here smokes socially anyways, so why not convert them to pipes from cigarettes?

Well, I get the standard " What's in the pipe ? " but many like it also....Little kids usually just stare with their mouth open.

I started using tobacco in my youth and I'm old enough to remember smoking cigarettes in the supermarket(!), mall, airport, &c. I only smoked my cob at home, at night, usually in my cups. As I substituted pipes for butts about eight years ago, I was quite self-conscious about pipe smoking in public. I was sort of afraid it looked like a pretentious affectation.

Now I usually have a pipe in my mouth whenever I'm out and about. Few people even notice, though the ones that do have all been positive--the reminds-me-of-Grandpa comments.

What's funny to me about that is that sometimes my wife and I will step out of a concert venue or restaurant and smoke a quick cigarette. Then we get the hand waving, stink face, and faux cough thrown at us. Granted, cigarettes--even good rollies--smell awful.

Admittedly, cramming pulverized tobacco up my nose in a crowd gets some inquisitive looks! I ran an errand last night and I thought the clerk was giving me an odd look. I then met up with my wife at the truck and she asked me to look in the mirror. I had snuff from nose to ear. Oh, well.