Phlegm
I fucking hate phlegm.
I hate going out to the bus in the morning, and having to dodge splatters of yellow, green and white laying on the ground. I hate it when I for some reason don't have any music to drown out the chorus of people hawking up what I like to call; "early morning phlegm".
I hate when I'm eating an enjoyable meal in the cafeteria, and all of a sudden some friendly soul starts "Aggh ugh argph ugf aghghghghghghghhhhhhh...".
I hate it when someone brings up a hairball on the bus, or in the public washroom stall. Really anywhere that I can see it (there are bushes and garbages) or hear it (is it REALLY necessary to inform the whole world that you are trying to dislodge a piece of mucus?).
The pollution in this city is really bad, yes. And awareness of the evils of smoking have not really made their rounds yet. I understand this. And I'm quite sure that spitting with pomp is great fun.
Just please do it elsewhere.
I hate going out to the bus in the morning, and having to dodge splatters of yellow, green and white laying on the ground. I hate it when I for some reason don't have any music to drown out the chorus of people hawking up what I like to call; "early morning phlegm".
I hate when I'm eating an enjoyable meal in the cafeteria, and all of a sudden some friendly soul starts "Aggh ugh argph ugf aghghghghghghghhhhhhh...".
I hate it when someone brings up a hairball on the bus, or in the public washroom stall. Really anywhere that I can see it (there are bushes and garbages) or hear it (is it REALLY necessary to inform the whole world that you are trying to dislodge a piece of mucus?).
The pollution in this city is really bad, yes. And awareness of the evils of smoking have not really made their rounds yet. I understand this. And I'm quite sure that spitting with pomp is great fun.
Just please do it elsewhere.