But your "simple solution" is flawed. The SMOKER is making the choice to engage in something that he/she is fully aware that the majority finds offensive. If anyone should move, it is the smoker. If anyone should be inconvenienced, it is the smoker. That's just the way it is.
Wrong again... If the smoker is in an area that permits smoking, he shouldn't move. YOU should. It is that simple... PERIOD. Nobody is forcing you to sit near him, and he has every right to light up if it's permitted. That's just the way it is.
I've never been rude about it the first time. Take the Auburn game. Guy in front of me lights up. My wife and kids were there and his every exhale sent clouds into their faces. So I tap him on the shoulder and tell him it's a non-smoking area <--CUT-->
Once again, nobody is debating that issue. If it's truly a non-smoking area, you had every right to notify security the first time. End of story... Pretty simple to me!
Now, let's take my situation tonight. Here I am in Amsterdam, minding my own business. They just passed a smoking ban that went into affect on July 1st and only applies to tobacco. Yes, you can still go to the coffee shops and cafes, purchase some weed and light up, but if it's tobacco, you're breaking the law. (Ridiculous, isn't it?) Tobacco smoking is only permitted outdoors, but the smoke Nazis are even trying to put an end to that. Back to my story... I'm in an outdoor area in Leidseplein. There are over 100 tables in the area. Of the 50 or so tables that are populated, virtually every single one of them has somebody smoking cigarettes, and I can see at least five tables within a 4 table radius smoking weed. I'm at a table with nobody around me. I pull out my cigar and lit up. About 1/3rd of the way into it, people start inhabiting the tables around me. Now, I am one of the most considerate smokers you'll ever meet. I'm doing my best to make sure that my smoke doesn't end up in anyone's face, especially the hot chicks, but I can't control the wind. Sure enough, the folks at the table next to me who came long after I had been smoking my cigar began complaining. That's bullshit. Nothing ever came of it, but I have no tolerance for that shit. Later this evening, a couple sat at the table directly downwind from me. Again, that's not my fuckin' problem. I got the snares, but seriously, they can go fuck themselves.
And, that's the rest of the story...