Dear Snus,

Thank you for helping me quit smoking and being my choice of smokeless tobacco. If it were not for you, I am sure the lady in seat 27D who is an adult and is kicking my seat as we sit here on delay, would surely be dead.

Thank you for allowing me to manage my habit within an airplane without offending any one else. (And allowing me to whip a gob of los at the lady in 27D.)

Thank you for keeping me cool while the kids scream and yell.

And thank you for ensuring I did not do anything but laugh when my son screamed during take off (on the way up to NY) "OH MY GOD THE PLANE IS GOING TO CRASH!!!" and got everyone on the plane all crazy.

I'd also like to give a shout out to my buddy snuff who completely got rid of the pre flight jitters and also freaked out the lady behind me in line for secutity and alerted the TSA I was sniffing brown powders in line. They knew what it was when they smelled the menthol.

In closing, thank you smokeless, spitless tobacco. I love you.

Love,

Mike.