Are you f**king crazy or something? When I pulled in to gas up last night, I thought you were participating in some type of hidden camera stunt for a new reality show. Smoking while filling up your SUV? Really? And not just one cigarette, but a second one, too? I don’t much care that you’re poisoning yourself. I’ll even say that I’ll support your right to smoke outside of your office building, even though the D.C. Council wants to make it illegal. But smoking while surrounded by thousands of gallons of a highly flammable liquid isn’t a matter of personal liberty, unless you think that the Constitution allows you the right to level a full city block in a residential neighborhood. I don’t think it does. I’d bet that even libertarians don’t think so. And telling me that you’ve been pumping gas longer than I’ve been alive doesn’t so much remedy the fact that you could have BLOWN US ALL UP. All you proved is that you’re old and crazy. Sure, I would have loved to have a first-person narrative for DCist on what an exploding gas station looks like. Had I survived. But I wouldn’t have. So that’s that. For the sake of those of us who want to avoid being a casualty of someone looking to win the annual Darwin Award, please don’t smoke while gassing up. Thanks. Sincerely, Martin.