Something About Spit

On my way to the doctor's this morning I did a quick "hork n' spit" on the sidewalk. The unusual part was that I didn't see where it landed. I checked my shirt but couldn't find it. Oh, well. I headed up to the doctor's office, gave my id card to the nurse, and had my blood pressure checked. I then had my prescription filled at the pharmacy and walked to the train station. While in the station washroom I took a quick glance at the mirror; low and behold I had a big wad of spit front and center on my shirt. This experience may just end my 20 year "hork n' spit" habit.