Karma Waited 15 Years to Kick My Ass
Please keep your spit cup to yourself.
I shared my office with Kevin, the Food and Beverage manager at the golf club where we worked. We faced each other when we sat at our desks. I smoked in the office. He chewed tobacco and spit into a styrofoam cup. When he bitched about my smoking, I reminded him how gross it was to watch him spit brown goobers into a cup all day.