Blog 46

I simply cannot stand it when people spit on the ground. It’s like they can’t swallow their saliva like a normal person and feel the need to regurgitate a little bit as they’re walking along. I mention this because I was just walking past Thompson and nearly got spit on as the wind hijacked the guy in front of me’s spit and blew it my way. Really, it’s equivalent to drooling in public.

I realize that this may sound a little harsh, but I’m not a prick when it comes to any other area of etiquette. I don’t care if you cut in front of me, talk loudly on your telephone, or if you are that jerk disrupts the whole theatre at the movie theatre, just don’t spit at me.

Bodily fluids should stay in your body. If I want to share them with you, I’ll ask you on a date.

I’d also like to state that I’m aware that this blog is turning into a rant.

The only thing worse than spitters is people who spit out brown goo associated with chewing tobacco. This makes me gag.  Tobacco use is an individual’s choice, while I don’t understand why someone would choose it, I do get that it’s not my business if they do. What makes it my business is when the guy on the corner spits out his dip on my open-toed, white sandals. There is such a thing as courtesy, and seriously I think keeping your grossness to yourself falls into that category.