PRE-SCRIPT: in the event described below, no one other than the author’s own sensibilities were offended.
Spitting in a national past-time. It is culturally acceptable in a variety of situations. Say, at your average restaurant when you have something in your mouth you don’t want to swallow. If it is morning, and you are riding the bus to work and have a gigantic wad of phlegm just begging to be released… and so forth and so on.
We were driving our friend’s car home the other day, after going on a family outing. I cheerfully sat in the front seat, peeling small mandarin oranges for the girls to eat in the back seat. I noticed the sign for “Construction Bank of China” across the next intersection and hollered at Matt to pull over so I could withdraw some cash.
I hopped out of the seat, wallet in one hand, a peeled orange in the other, happily humming the song we had just been listening to in the car. (something about “do to others, DO to others, as you would HAVE THEM DO TO YOU”)
I waited in line for my turn at the machine. Munching little orange sections.
Spitting the seeds out on the floor of the bank, without a thought.
Not a glance my direction from the guard, the business man in front of me, or the average looking girl at the machine next to me who was in the process of shooting a “snot rocket” onto the floor.
I stepped up to the machine, and caught my reflection in the little mirror you can use to watch people behind you.
I took a second look.
Had I just spit an orange seed onto the FLOOR OF THE BANK????!!!!
I looked at the floor.
Horrors. I looked behind me and saw a trail of about 5 seeds.
They were all mine.
I soberly spit my remaining 2 seeds into a Kleenex I found in my pocket, withdrew my money. And turned silently toward the car.