today i was walking to the parking garage when i looked down and noticed that someone (a man most probably) had hocked a massive loogie right there on the sidewalk. why must people dispose of these things so indiscreetly? it's not like there wasn't a patch of thirsty grass three feet over.

i actually had a brief career in spitting as a youngster. as i recall, my mother was quick to nip that nasty habit in the bud. i went through a short withdrawal period where the need to spit was so overwhelming i felt i might drown in my own saliva. but i was resilient, as children tend to be, and made a full comeback to my non-spitting self.

i've never thanked my mother before for being so adamant about my quitting spitting. so, thank you, mom! if not for you, that could have been my vile wad glimmering in the winter sun.