What’s with men and their spitting?
I mean, really! What is it about their salivary glands that require them to hawk up a big one and then spit it all over the sidewalk/road/grass?
And how come women don’t ever seem to suffer from this malady? Do we have under-developed salivary glands? Were none of us present the day hawking and spitting were being taught?
We were there for the scratching and belching part. I’m pretty sure of that. But somehow we must have had a shy instructor because we all manage to do the scratching discretely, depending on the location of the itch, of course. And the belching we often disguise as hiccoughs followed rapidly by an, “Excuse me!”
Men seem to think it’s a contest, especially the belching part. I think they secretly grade each other on the melodiousness and length of the belch. And we are not EVEN going to discuss flatulence because my eyes will roll over into the back of my head and might not roll back again.
And how come men find all these things so funny?
And while they are rolling on the floor with laughter why are we standing there trying to look serious – arms folded – and doing everything possible to keep from encouraging them by bursting into laughter ourselves?
I often think of things way more interesting (and intelligent) than this. But this is what I thought about today. Damned brain. There’s just no controlling it.
That’s my story….