I'm not sure if there's a sociological link or it's only my eagle eye, but I would like to start wagering bets on the probability of finding a special little salivary surprise on your next pedestrian sojourn.
You might be making your way down the quietest of laneways or the busiest of Central Business Districts, and suddenly, there it is - lying silently in wait for an unsuspecting shoe or tyre.
Call it what you will - spit, saliva, sputum, phlegm, loogie.
I call it revolting.
Every time...every time...I witness the all too familiar Head Turn-&-Tilt (and fellas, you're welcome to disagree, but the pepetrators are usually guys), I feel my stomach seize and spasm, and my gag reflex tickle and I have no choice but to look away.
Is this truly the only way for the culprits to leave their mark in their world??
For, after all, in most cases, what they're really doing is the equivalent of a dog urinating on its territory..isn't it??
I can't believe that the need to rid oneself of one's own saliva is ever so urgent that it must be shared with one and all in the nearest vicinity (and left there like a legacy for those to come.)
At the end of the day, it's a form of littering in an increasingly polluted world.
No-one...no-one wants to see or step in it.
Use a tissue or find some other, less obnoxious way of marking your turf.
PS: I humbly apologise for the lack of, well, attention to this blog. I guess you could say I've been on a blog sabbatical...a blogabbatical. Still not sure if it's due to undiagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder, or merely a heavy case of NobodyElseCaresSoWhyShouldI-itis... Yes, folks - forget Swine Flu... The latter is even more frightening, thanks to its highly contagious and more dangerously widespread symptoms. Hopefully now, though I've got it beat.
