Okay, here’s the latest wrinkle in my forays about town in my car. People opening up their car doors and spitting out into the street. Passengers and drivers both. How uncouth is that? I mean, I have never spit in my life. I can’t be that weird. If it’s absolutely uncontrollable I’ll get a tissue. I mean this is just about the grossest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
Now, the weird psychic part about it is that it’s happened each and every day this week. It didn’t happen but once in a blue moon before. Did I just not notice it? No. I firmly believe I am somehow coming into contact with a bunch of yahoos who can’t keep their spit in their mouth.