Whilst walking from my office to meet my fellow carpooler’s car about one mile away, I tend to cut through a fairly large and pricey hotel. I do this because if it is really hot out the air conditioned break feels good or if the weather is crummy it’s a good chance to get out of the rain.
Yesterday, I cut through due to the heat. As I am strolling through the large lobby, I realized I had a heck of a lot of saliva building up in my mouth. For some reason I chose that moment as a great time to spit. Strange choice considering I spit about as often as I bungee jump which is to say never. Yet there I am in a relatively busy lobby strolling along, turning my head, and spitting.
As I stand there and watch the orb of Mullyjuice descend to the ground, I realize what I did and the absolute stupidity and randomness of it. That was then outweighed by the fact that I did that about 5 feet away from the concierge desk. Needless to say the hotel employess weren’t thrilled with me so I will now be finding a different path to take to the car.
i’ve changed sheets with blood, vomit, semen, urine and faeces on them.
cleaned up after hookers and their clients.
cleaned up after junkies smoking heroin.
cleaned up after people using the carpet as an ashtray.
cleaned up after a family with small children who had scribbled over the walls, bedhead and mirrors with lipstick, and spilt fizzy pop all over the floor.
you want REALLY evil hotel guests come to my workplace.
(sorry, i’ve just come off my 6th 9-hour shift of the week.)
You did WHAT? You couldn’t just swallow like everybody else on the planet does? I have never understood why people spit anyhow…I have never been unable to swallow my own saliva…but that was just gross, to spit indoors.Ick, ick, ick.
So, um, just out of curiosity, where exactly were you raised where it’s okay to spit indoors? A dug out? A 19th century saloon? A sanitarium for terminal tubercleosis victims?