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A dear friend of mine recently travelled to America for a 1 month working holiday.

He has booked a high class internship at a magazine to occupy himself for the summer, and this internship happened to be in a little place called Ohio. Now apart from a slight fear of being ripped to shreds by bullets he boarded his plane and left from Heathrow on a very long flight.
He was on a flight mainly occupied by people who were returning to America after a short stay in London, and this made for an interesting journey.

Firstly, he was sat next to a small scene girl who had OCD and rather large businessman in his late 30s. He of course was not going to be quiet or sober on the flight so he immedeatly ordered a glass of red wine and conversed with the girl. He was chatting away rather happily until he was interrupted the businessman. He made a little quip about it was a bit early for alcohol, although whenever my friend is in a single enclosed space with free drinks for 9 or so hours, he tends to be drinking all those moments that he physically can.

Now this man was not a teetotaler but he seemed to have a very precarious view of alcohol, and after exchanging their views on exatly why the wine was needed so early on, he continued to advocate "dry flying" ashe called it by reminding my friend that alcohol affects you double so high up in the air. With a great smile on his face, my friend nodded and proceeded to get arseholed. After 3 hours, roughly (this isn't the most reliable source), the businessman expressed his utter disgust with my friend for taking advantage of the free bar that he had booked for. In the end he switched seats and all was peaceful and merry from then on.

After the plane had landed, my friend decided to collect his bags and go outside immedeatly. A free bar there may have been, but the cigarettes were a definate no on the plane. Taking 5 minutes out to enjoy the first smoke of the day, with a "terrific hangover" rolleyes , the same man spots him outside smoking. He cannot contain himself and flat out screams at my friend about how he is destroying himself and how he should give up his filthy habbits now or suffer the consequences.

The whole time the scene girl and her family had been watching this unfold with the bemused and at the same time frightened look spreading across my friend's face. Taking it upon herself, the girl walked up to the man and pointed into the airport at the McDonalds by the exit.
"I saw you come out of there wiping the grease off your hands," she said.
The businessman and my friend were stunned at the confidence of the little girl with OCD and the guilty party snorted and departed like an angry bull.

It is odd that even though drink, drugs and cigarettes are still hopelessly tabboo in America, being a complete tit about the whole thing is not.