The other night at work I discovered that this older guy I work with, Ken, chews. While at work. I’ve known him for two and a half years and I never even knew until I was told, that’s how discrete he is. Apparently what I’ve always thought was a water bottle was actually a portable spittoon and he never takes a wad (what is the word for a lump of tobacco that you chew on?) when anybody is looking.
The reason this came up is because a customer came through who was much less discrete. According to Barb, the cashier, this guy had so much tobacco in his mouth he couldn’t really talk, he had to let his buddy do the talking. And then, while they were waiting, this guy takes out a plain old water bottle (not hard plastic and opaque like Ken’s) and spits it all out. And then he takes out a pouch and shoves just as much back into his mouth.