The other day my wife and I were eating dinner outdoors at our favorite Italian restaurant down on Lincoln Road in South Beach. As usual, we sat down, took in the fabulous Miami weather and commenced to watch the human freak show unfold. If you’ve ever been to Lincoln Road then you know what I’m talkin’ about. It blows away Miami’s Metro Zoo. Hands down. Bar none.

Anyway, while I was taking in the bizzaroland that is SoBe, I began to feel better about my life, that although it has its trials, at least I wasn’t the over-tanned guy who just passed us on a unicycle in Daisy Dukes wearing a white python around his neck and stinking worse than an anchovy’s crotch.

In that moment of solace provided by the evils of schadenfreude, I ordered drinks for my lovely Italian wife and myself and fired up my first cigar for that evening, a Rocky Patel Edge. While I was enjoying the Edge and its full-bodied, spicy aroma and super long finish afforded by its five-year-old blend in a Corojo wrapper, a lesbian sitting at the table next to us started fake coughing at my smoke and flailing her arms like Nell did when she tried to explain the trees.

How did I know it was a lesbian protesting my cigar, you ask? Well, the Justin Bieber haircut and the softball jersey was a hand tip. Plus, she was making out with another chick. Nothing gets past me.

With my Smith shades on and my chair quartering away from her table I pretended not to notice her childish demonstration and then blew out a smoke cloud that darkened what was left of the setting sun. Yes, I don’t believe in being bullied to put out my legal smoke just because she finds it offensive. I’ll put out my smoke when she gets a new doo and quits lip locking Melissa Etheridge in public. Maybe.

Unable to get me to stop wafting billowing clouds of glorious blue smoke, my neighbor went stupid and came over and told me to put it out, with the addendum that what I was doing would give me throat cancer. And I said, “Throat cancer? Honey, I hate to ruin your date night, but oral sex will give you throat cancer, in our day, more readily than my Rocky will.” She looked at me like a calf looks at a new gate then huffed and puffed and moved upwind of our table.

In an eye-opening column, “Is Oral Sex Worse Than Tobacco?! … Say It Ain’t So!” Caroline May points out the following freaky facts surrounding oral sex in a society run amok. Check it out:

American scientists now say that oral cancer caused by the human papilloma virus (HPV) has become more prevalent in the U.S. than oral cancer caused by tobacco.