As a colleague and I are crossing a street, I spy a “gentleman” waiting for the bus at the corner. He coughs up what seems to be some three-quarters of his lungs, generating considerable phlegm in his throat. As the Neanderthal did not have enough manners to at least step to the curb first, he aims away from his own person in complete disregard of any other person near him, causing a woman near him to flinch out-of-the-way as his personal refuse lands near her foot with quite an audible splat upon the sidewalk. Charmed, I’m not.
At this point he looks up, sees me crossing, wipes his mouth with his coat sleeve and breaks out into this most beatific smile. Regrettably, there is no question at all that the smile is for me as I knew there was no one close enough behind me for this and I was reasonably sure it was not blown at the burly E beside me. No, really? He cannot be serious? Surely he is aware of what I just witnessed in the past 30 seconds? I audibly groan to E’s bemusement.
Loverman then blows a kiss in my direction, quickly dashing any hopes I held that I was mistaken in his intended target. I think it is fair to surmise that my aversion was clearly shown on my face as the smile was quickly rescinded.
“You mean you don’t want to swap saliva with him?” E, having witnessed the whole thing, does not try to hold his laughter, to my annoyance.
“Oh, not is he, the most beguiling of man? How near swooned with most ardent desire was I, upon his visage gazed.” I grumbled as I angle our direction to clearly indicate I was not walking towards the would-be Lothario, just in case there was any doubt. E, not up on my latest butchering of Elizabethan, raised an eyebrow not understanding, so I translated:
“The dude is disgusting! I nearly passed out in revulsion at the sight of him.”
And it’s only Monday morning people.
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Let’s see how my fellow Slicers are doing on the 23rd day of the challenge:
Raivenne-lations 
Oh my. I saw a guy do that today too. Luckily I was inside looking out the window, but still!! I should have whipped out my Elizabethan but I was so horrified all I did was make a disgusting face. Ewwww. Gotta love Mondays.
What a way to start the week. One can only hope that things will improve as the week goes on. The sad part is that I have seen many people do the exact same thing and seem to think that there is nothing wrong with it. Where are the “spit police” when you need them?
Per chance fair maiden has thou forgotten the purpose of the long skirt or petticoat under the dress of yesteryear, For with said skirt dragging down the fairways they would sweep clean the street of all the manly love juice. He clearly laid down the cave man law that he can handle you….lol… must be something in the water or the moon with some gentlemen in the last 48 hours or so. Ewwwww!