I spit on someone the other day. Accidentally, of course. I turned my head, sensing that nobody was in vicinity of me, and painted the concrete with my saliva. Or, at least, that's how it was supposed to happen. Some kid, incredibly stealth-like, snuck up behind me and was about to pass me...and unfortunately, in doing so, got some nice, wet spit on his pants.
I apologized profusely, of course, but he seemed perfectly complacent and okay with it. Which seemed odd to me, but at least he didn't whoop my ass.
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