• Cracks_InTheWalls@sh.itjust.works
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    10 months ago

    I don’t know what it is, but aside from the side effects of nicotine addiction and access problems in these spaces(which, whatever, I get it), transportation hubs (airports, train stations, ferry terminals, etc.) are my favourite places to be.

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      10 months ago

      As a frequent flyer with lounge access I tend to agree. When I want to be alone with a movie or something, I can be, and when I feel like having a (free!) beer where the people are, I can do that too.

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        10 months ago

        I liked to think that I was a frequent flyer but the bar is set so high. I flew twice a week, every week, for nearly a year straight at my job. Only made it up to Delta Gold status recently and I can’t even access the lounge.

        I already spent nearly a year of my life living in a hotel and I’m not even in the top tiers of the travel world.

    • AwkwardLookMonkeyPuppet@lemmy.world
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      10 months ago

      Those little white nicotine pouches have solved my nicotine access issues while flying. I still hate that most airports completely did away with smoking areas though. I don’t smoke, but I vape. It’s pretty fucked up to put someone into an area that takes 4 hours to get into, and then not provide an area for their basic needs. Yes, I know nicotine isn’t an actual need, but it’s an addiction, and it feels like a need when you’re addicted.

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          10 months ago

          I prefer the white pouches because they don’t require spitting, and they don’t mess up your teeth. But I used to use the snus back when I was a smoker, before these little pouches popped up everywhere.

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            10 months ago

            Snus, at least in the USA, is those white pouches that you don’t have to spit. The ones you spit are called Dip. The ones where you spit a gallon are called Chew.

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              10 months ago

              I was thinking “snuff”, even though you and I both said “snus”. Thanks for clarifying. Now I know what those white packets are called. My friends and I have always used “chew” and “snuff” interchangeably and for the stuff where you spit a gallon we’ve called it either leaf, or loose leaf chew.

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                10 months ago

                Ah, I remember snuff. I don’t dip too often but when I do it’s coperhagen long cut. Bought that Copenhagen snuff by mistake like 20 years ago and I think I still have it in my teeth. I genuinely do not know why anyone uses that stuff.

                Snuff used to be named for the stuff people used to use (like Napoleon) and they would snort it. Lots of elegant Snuff boxes out there.

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                  10 months ago

                  I found a jar of that once in a little convenience shop way up in the Sierra Nevada mountains. It was made by Levi Garrett & Sons, was in a brown jar, had an old timey label on it, and a cork in the top. For years afterwards my friends and I would pull it out when we got drunk enough and snort it. It was crazy strong. It would mess you up real good. Idk what ever happened to it. It kind of just vanished without me noticing.

                  Edit: “I think I still have it in my teeth” lol. Isn’t that the truth? I preferred the long cut too. But my friends who were “real men” all preferred the short cut because I guess it proves you’re a badass.

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                    10 months ago

                    That’s an interesting story about the real snuff. I’ve never seen it before nor have I ever seen it for sale. I’m very curious and would probably try it if I did. I’m sure it would be instant regret.

                    I went to college in southern Virginia so I heard all about how long cut was “pussy shit”

                    I don’t know what to say - the fine cut stuff just gets into your gums and it’s nasty. Not to mention when you try to pack a lip half of it falls on the floor.

                    I’d honestly rather do redman than snuff lol

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      10 months ago

      I have it the oposite way :( Especially the airports, they pressent themselves as this beautiful, clean location for happy traveling people. In reality it looks more like in the picture, people beeing on the edge of collapse, exhausted, living like shit

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        10 months ago

        I’ve always felt like they just present themselves as transportation hubs and that’s it. They’re often very utilitarian and full of signage and whatnot. Remind me of other transport terminals.

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      10 months ago

      public transport in general is just nice because you’re around other people, the idea of sitting isolated in a car for hours on a highway fills me with primordial dread