Spit and the City

One of the first things you notice about New York, I am sorry to say, is that it STINKS! Have you ever been to New York in summer? Oh boy, some corners are just "yummy". The second thing you notice is that, for some unknown reason, everyone spits in this city. What is all of that about? Do people in this city have extra-sized tongues to go with the extra-sized Mc-meals that they produce way much more saliva than they can actually swallow? I have seen all types of spitters, from the homeless person to the guy in suite and tie, from the white collar to the blue collar, males and females all together. Spitting parties anyone? Naturally, the spitting itself is not just a spitting experience but it comes with all of those "suiting" sounds that usually come before a spitting, making the experience soooo charming.

I have a fond and undeletable memory of what I consider my "best" spitting experience so far. It all happened in an Indian store that prepared Indian rolls to go here in NYC. After ordering the rolls, having them made in front of me and started eating them, I notice an older lady in the back of the kitchen preparing the dough for the rolls. The woman was standing in front of a marble-looking table working the rolls' dough with her hands, right next to her, in the middle of the small kitchen, there was a big trash can like the ones people put in front of their brownstone buildings. For each roll she made she would spit in the trash can 5 or six times .... looking at me and spitting, looking at me and spitting, all while working the dough.

Yep, that was it for me ...