Register 6 and the Snot Comet

Today the Walmart cashier at register 6 coughed up a big loogie and casually spit it into the trashcan right before ringing up my grogeries. It was gross, but the way he did it so quickly and effortlessly was almost admirable. I remember in the 9th grade waiting for my bus to come and having to spit out a loogie right when the bus showed up . I had 2 choices: 1. swallow it, or 2. hurry and spit it out before the bus driver opens the doors. I was not going to swallow it! So I prepared to project my little ball of phlem onto the sidewalk like I had seen my brother do at least a hundred times, how hard could it be? I even curled my tongue to create an exit tunnel for it. And then I blow! And instead of a nice little ball, what came out resembled a three foot long snot comet shooting through outer space-- the bottom of which was making its way to the earth, while the tail end of it was still in my mouth. PANIC!!! The bus stops. I'm tryiing to disconnect from the loogie hanging out of my mouth. I'm hunched over in a barfing position to avoid it getting on my face, or in my hair. The doors to the bus open. I'm now using my thumb and forefinger to try and "pinch" it off. The driver is waiting. My back is turned to him, I hold up my spare finger and try to say, " juth a minute.. juth hold on". I finally realease it and fling it away from myself and climb on to the bus. Next time, I'm swallowing!!!! So, to the Walmart cashier at register 6- I salute you!