Spit

Why do guys spit in public? Where did they learn that from? Who teaches them that? Do they have so much saliva in their mouths that they have to dispel of it in that way? Do they learn it from each other? And so much? Like a big puddle of it?

It so disgusts me that if I see it, I cannot even walk anywhere near it, like the ground is now as disgusting as the spit itself. The other day I was walking to the car at the mall and this car had just pulled in right next to ours. I was literally walking towards the rear of our car to open the liftgate but not to the car quite yet and the guy driving the car who parked next to ours got out and spit this ridiculous amount of spit right there, on the ground where I'd have to walk. WT? I had no choice and I just stood there and stared at him. Sometimes I scare myself with my brazeness (sp). What would I have done if he had asked me what I was looking at? I probably would have acted without thinking and said something to egg him on like, "why did you have to spit right there where I have to walk?" and if he had started something back, trouble. I'd have been in trouble.

Think girl, think. One time recently, we were all (all four of us) walking in a WalMart parking lot and we were heading toward the direction of the store itself. On their way out came a trio of girls/women, I'm not sure I think they were women as immature as girls if you ask me. They were talking loud and boisterous in an obnoxious way, enough for me to probably glare at them a bit and then with the cussing. And then with the S and the F and the MF and I'm all gawking and I actually muttered, "what are you...?" and my husband whipped around so fast and gave me one look which said "Quiet". Then as we walked into the store further away from them (and thank goodness, the Oldest did not hear, was oblivious, how I don't know but he was so really, no harm done but still...) my husband said to me, "you aren't the police of the world, honey" . Ugh. Really? No one had yet informed me of that. I thought I was the El Capitan of the world. You know, I'm the boss applesauce. Eh, yeah, right. Kay. No. I know that. But I'm telling you, if he had not been there to bring me back to reality, I would have likely been in a bit of a brawl at the local Wally World. I would have been on the local news with a big black eye, sure would've.

Spit and loud crass talking. My pet peeves. Come on people, have a tiny bit of self respect. I mean, I'm all perfect and what not, so you should be too.

Anyone who knows me, knows I am ANYTHING but perfect. Take it all with a grain of salt. How about the extra salt I put in my icing I made tonight? That I could have done without. ;-) More on that later.

Kachow.