etiquette of the road

having spent the better part of the month on the road i have have had the misfortune to see some of america at its worst. not the towns or cities per se, though they have done their part, i am refering more to the individual citizens of our fair land.

eating lunch is not the place one wants to discover their fellow humans fascination for what they can pull out of their noses. it is bad enough, looking up from my sandwich to the site of a middle aged biker chick with her index finger buried knuckle deep in her nostril than to be exposed to her inspecting her discovery before she wipes it in on her significent other's vest. needless to say my burger lost its attraction after witnessing that scene.

then there was another biker who was staying at our campground in gettysburg. he was friendly enough. sat down where i was vainly attempting to get the wifi connection to last for more than ten minutes.

he chatted away and did not seem to require the occaisonal grunt so i he was not really bothering me. that was until he pulled out his canister of chewing tobacco. to each his own i thought and continued minding my own business. that was until he decided that the gravel at my feet was the best place for a natural spittoon and he started leaving nasty brown blobs around my feet.

come on people. i know our society is not one built upon the etiquette of other era's. we live in a kind of live and let live world. that does not mean though that we should just ignore the basics.

is it too much to ask for you to keep your knuckles out of your nose and your tobacco juice away from my feet.

please.........