Please, no more spitting.

20 Feb

Spit.

I don’t know why it bothers me so much, no actually, yes I do.

spitI have footwear, footwear that has to walk all over the concrete of New York. And for some reason, every male in this city feels the need to hock a fat loogie in front of them on the sidewalk as they are walking. At least some have the weak-decency to spit on to the train tracks–thank you kindly–but most still use the old fashioned defacing of the street with their own bacteria-launching. I have never felt this urge and I contemplate what kind of release it must mean for them.

Does it feel good?

Do they have a bad taste in their mouth?

Is it fun?

Maybe it keeps things interesting for them, a child-like need to compete for distance. Who knows. I do know this; there is not a more unattractive sound in the whole world. And, we all tracking that back into our apartments. I am tired of dodging your spit, please stop, and just swallow. 🙂

One Response to “Please, no more spitting.”

  1. sallee February 22, 2009 at 10:29 am #

    I SOOOOOO AGREE WITH YOU!

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