He walked slowly into the streetcar, umbrella folded and dripping as he shuffled his way to the special seating for seniors and the disabled. He rests his wet umbrella on the empty seat just in front of him. he adjust himself in his seat. He began to cough and then made a loud sound in the back of his throat and dragged phlegm forward spitting it on the floor in front of where he sat, some, a long phlegm coated spittle of hung from his lips refusing to leave without assistance. He uses two fingers from his right hand and pull it from his lips and flinging it in front of him.
Hmmmmm, Ugh ……………were the involuntary sound that came from my throat and lips as I closed my eyes, my face in a grimace. The memory clung. I shake my head trying to relieve myself of the visual.
“Filthy bastard,” I heard the man sitting beside me said. I looked at him and his face fixed in a grimace of disgust.
The rest of my ride I kept shaking my head to rid myself of the memory and soothe away yuck expression that was still on my face.
Observation – There are some things you simply don’t want to see.
baby yuck face just about said it all.