Spit

            One thing that I am NOT getting used to is… the sound of spit.  Yuck.  I remember my friend Jill (Eisenbart) Conrads from high school expressing her distinct hatred for the sound of ‘hocking a lugie’  Well Jill, if you ever come to China, bring earplugs.  Somewhere in their education the Chinese are taught that spitting is good for their health.  Well I know one thing, their spitting is bad for my gag reflex.  I cannot remember the last time I walked anywhere and did not hear that (ew) sound.  One night after going out, there were five of us in a cab heading home.  I was sitting right behind the cab driver.  He made that sound, rolled down the window and spit.  I literally screamed.  Seriously, it could have LANDED on me!  Matt, seeing the humor in the situation, decided to do the same out of his window.  The cabby got a good laugh out of it but I was in the back seat trying to hold down my supper.  When someone walking towards me makes that ‘sound’ I will give them my best death stare and usually they see that if they let whatever they have in their mouth out in front of me, the crazy eyes might turn into a crazy white girl.  They then spit just after passing me.  This is not a solution but it is better than me watching the entire act from beginning to end.  In the meantime I am wondering when I will hear sounds other than honking and ‘hocking’ in this city.

Bri