I just spat in the bin.
Actually, I *tried* to spit in the bin, but I missed, and hit the wall. Then I just walked away. It'll dry.
Last night, I spat on the carpet. Twice.
I'm glad no-one is here to rouse on me. I can't recall having done that here before. I don't think I'll make a habit of it though.
When I was an angst ridden teen (as opposed to the angst ridden twenty-something that I am today) I used to live in the garage at my parents' place. The good thing about the garage (or I should say one good thing, because there are many good things (and bad things) about living in a garage)) was that you could spit were you wanted. Walls, floor, didn't matter. No-one cars when you spit on concrete.
On a related note, now that I have a carpet floor, I don't need a bed anymore. Although, I'd never spit on the sleeping area of the floor. That would just be disgusting!
Hahah that's great. Really disgustingly great.
John, I think you need to fight an old battle against indoor spitting. It's time. :-)