From the NY Times:
Since I moved to New York six years ago, I have toned my tolerance muscles. If I allowed myself to get cranky every time someone barreled down the wrong side of the sidewalk or had a way-too-personal phone conversation on the M15 bus, I’d be one unhappy New Yorker. But the one thing I still cannot abide in this city is spitting.
Just the other day — one of the few warm ones in late March — I was enjoying the freedom of walking outside coatless when a young man in front of me, nice looking enough in khakis and a polo shirt, turned his head to the side and let fly a spinning glob that landed dangerously close to my left shoe.
What is it with people who think it’s O.K. to work up a wad and hurl it in someone’s path? I know the subject is revolting, which underscores the need for people to shut it down already. You’ve seen it, the tell-tale splat on the sidewalk, bubbling, wet and freshly flung. It sits as an affront to living cooperatively. It’s a message from its source that says, “I am imposing my grossness on you because I had a personal need that was not at all urgent but nevertheless trumped courtesy and consideration.”
I have seen only one woman spitting in public since I moved here, and I think she may have had the flu.
Well then you must never have visited Flushing. There, spitting is just considered part of our vibrant, diverse culture. Enjoy.