piefed.nullspaceProfessional cigarette tester Sol C. Korn, USA, 1945
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If you are above a certain age, you can smell this photo.
It smells like Dennys used to smell.
That brings me back.
Back to a world where everything smelled like cigarette ash. While its nostalgic, I don’t miss it. Its crazy how much people used to smoke.
Yeah and if you miss it you could always pop into a casino. At the doors I was like, “oh wow. That’s interesting.” Then I hit the interior, “ugh, god. It’s everywhere.” Yuck
Smells like Reno.
Second cigarette after you order brings the waitress out with your Moons Over My Hammy and some more coffee.
Or any other restaurant where you had a smoking and non smoking section
I just don’t think the younger generations can understand how saturated diners and bars were with cigarette smoke.
Used to love pretending that the cigarette vending machine was a nasa control center while waiting to be seated though. Every once in a while a plunger would work and my parents would take the pack out and throw them away.
Some may be wondering how this scheme worked. Well, it didn’t. As someone who waited tables during those times, this really only mattered for seating and where you could light up. In reality, every section was the smoking section since the second-hand smoking experience was practically everywhere, including the kitchen.
There’s a special level of hell where your hair and clothes smell permanently of old cigarette smoke and fry grease, and it never washes out.
Yep, as a kid my eyes would hurt when we went out to eat and the whole place stank. The whole family was non-smokers and so we’d go out of our way to get an outside table if possible. It’s nuts that that was a thing for so long
Parent’s car.
Did they have a non-smoking section?
/s
So Dennys used to smell better?
I remember this smell.
I also remember that once I went to a Denny’s and my dad drove us home during an unexpected blizzard. I don’t go to Denny’s often but now, every time I do, even if it’s in the middle of August, I hope for snow.
Cool old Ronson table lighter
fucking quarter gallon of lighter fluid in that bitch
Everything tastes like shit now and I can’t smell anything. Also, my lungs hurt a little.
Sore lungs, you say? Hmmm…
Oh, so just smoke more? Ok, doc!
Or… switch to menthols!
Okay, the photography in that one is just :: chef’s kiss :: perfect.
Or buy those asbestos-filtered cigarettes!
Kent, with the Micronite™ filter!
To shreds, you say…
That’s a lifeshort career choice.
I mean… my grandma smoked like a chimney for like 70 years, and only quit because of the covid lockdowns. Then she died at the ripe old age of 95. Guess she got too much blood in her nicotine system…
My maternal grandma smoked enough that she developed emphysema in her old age and it’s the most disgusting goddamn thing.
So what’s he doing today?
Gymnast
I could tell.
He died in 1962 at the age of 70.
That would have made him either 99 or 100 if he had lived that long. He actually died on March, 31, 1962 at the age of 70. Which actually means that he beat the average by 1- 1.5 decades, since the average age of death for men in the 1960s was 55-60 years old.
You’re right, the info I saw had the date wrong! Fixed.
So what age did he reach?
1892-1962, about 70
27
34, was 28 here
My dad invented the phrase “dollars to donuts”. Every time he got a dollar, he bought a donut.
He died at 34.
What a freak on a leash
There are actually cigarette testing machines, and have been around for decades apparently. I’ve learned of them from a blogger back in the 2000s, when he told of his cigarette factory tour and said he felt like one of those machines thanks to the chain-smoking habit. Well apparently this dude is in fact a manifestation of such a machine in flesh.
There are plenty of examples of the tobacco industry telling on itself, but the mere existence of “automated cigarette QA” has to be one of the wildest.