Oh For [removed] Sake. Spit Somewhere Else Dammit

I've always believed that there's a place and a time for everything. And the bus is definitely not the place to spit out all your lovely mouth juices at. I swear that if God gave me a handgun and the license to kill, I'd go on a rampage in an instant.

So I'm on the bus to work as usual and in front of me is this 50 something crusty old Chinese guy. I swear that all crusty old Chinese men are the same. There's the old Chinese men and the crusty ones. They're a bit hard to tell apart but if you look closely, the crusty ones are the ones whose wrinkles actually form the letters P-R-I-C-K.

They're the ones who spit are you feet in public. The ones who cough in your face. The ones who blatantly stare at attractive young female things while engaging in mental masturbatory delusions of the said female things. And the ones who have the cheek to tell you that you're rude despite them doing all that.

Right, back to where I left off. I'm on the bus sitting behind this crusty when he starts hacking away in a dry cough. Note that it's dry. Means that there's no phlegm and at the very worst, all he'll produce from that is an excess of saliva. Which he does coincidentally.

But instead of swallowing it down, he looks down and lets it go on the bus' floor. He must've heard me take a real deep breath because he turned around and glared me in the face. When he was done with that, he turned back forward and, to no one's surprise, let loose another one.

I swear, I could've screamed.