Because there’s no way these whiners are native Texans.
A Dallas woman has filed a lawsuit seeking six figures from a former neighbor and landlord for damage she says was caused by cigarette smoke wafting through adjoining walls of her high-end townhome.
“Smoking is not a right, it’s a privilege,” said Chris Daniel, a retired nurse. “I’m sorry that people smoke. I think it’s foolish, but when it comes into my house and hurts my health and my daughter’s health and our belongings, it’s a different issue.”
The case is being watched by townhouse industry groups across the area.
A manager and attorney for Estancia Townhomes, a 52-building community near Prestonwood Country Club in North Dallas, said it’s unlikely the Daniels sustained any smoke damage. There is a solid, two-hour fire wall from the foundation to the roof between each of the homes.
And even if some smell did seep through, the Daniels renewed their lease at Estancia – where smoking is permitted – six months after they say the problem began.
The photo of the mother-daughter whiners is priceless. This story reminds me of something that happened to my wife and me in Ithaca, New York. She was attending Cornell getting her Master’s degree. We had no money, but did the best we could trying to maintain 2 households (I was still in NYC in my residency program). We had rented the basement of a 3 unit rental property (cold and dark and dank – but cheap). One weekend while I was up visiting, we went to a “discount superstore” and bought a tiny little barbeque pit. It was cheap (and cheaply made), but big enough to cook a couple of burgers or a few hot dogs. We went to the store, got some hot dogs and some charcoal, went home and set up “our” first barbeque. We put it together (some assembly required, of course), got the briquets lit, and went inside to prepare the grand feast. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock at our door. It was our upstairs neighbor, telling us that she had “environmental syndrome” and was very sensitive to smoke of all kinds. She wanted us to put out the barbecue, and move the pit at least 50 YARDS away from the house before relighting it. The kicker? She was smoking a cigarette while delivering this pronouncement to us. I, in a very neighborly way, told her I would move my barbeque when she gave up smoking, but until then would she please get out of my apartment and let me go back to cooking hot dogs? She responded in a most unladylike way, and left. The hot dogs were really good, btw.