I remember even smoking in cars and using their ashtrays. Filling them up with butts and scooting them around or compacting the ash to make room for “just one more” because I “didn’t have the time” to dump it out into a parking lot yet. I spent a long time not thinking that cigarette trash was garbage. It just seemed like it was a necessary part of daily life and that whatever was done in support of keeping it coming and not thinking much about it was entirely excusable and normal. I remember my parents smoking on airplanes.