One of the stranger occurrences is the Cancer Mac. I don’t smoke, but I’m not an anti-smoking zealot. Health issues aside, I just happen to have more addictive items to spend my money on – my Macs. The existence of Cancer Macs, however, nearly puts me into the anti-smoking zealotry. Placed in small rooms with poor ventilation and chain smokers, Mac plastics absorb tar straight out of the air. The normally slick, untextured Mac plastics become gritty and slimy at the same time. With enough elbow grease, laminated sheets of plastic and tar will peel off, leaving wafer thin sheets of disgusting, vile crap. It took me a year to figure out why the store stocked surgical latex gloves, but it became crystal clear upon handling my first Cancer Mac.