Many stories, same ending

Last weekend, I spent a lot of time with an old friend who still smokes.

(edit: this post is a draft consisting of only the above sentence. At this point, I don't remember which story I was going to tell. No matter what events transpire, the following is part of the ending of each.)

The next day, my throat was itchy/scratchy, slight difficulty breathing with faint wheezing. And my clothing and hair reeked of cigarette smoke you could almost see. If I didn't wash my hair before going to bed, I'd have to change the pillow case the next morning. Even early retirement/replacement of the pillow itself would be considered.