This is the kind of thing my daughter Melina doesn't get to see because she lives the ritzy Manhattan life.
Seen on the wall in the convenience store Bob and I stop at on our way out to Satterwhite because he likes to get one of their greasy egg and sausage biscuits (I virtuously abstain).
So I asked, "Why would anybody want to spit on your walls?" and the cashier just laughed and didn't answer me.
Bob later explained: if you're chewing tobacco, and you need to sit on the toilet and you forgot to bring your spitting cup, well naturally that's what the wall is for.
Technorati Tags: Redneck, Mores, Habits, Tobacco