Sometimes tobacco users are their own worst enemies....

Forever after he earned the name Chuck"!

Back in the sixties, uncle Mark borrowed mom and Dad's Impala with the white roof...Uncle Mark chewed Red Man, I cleaned roofs in them days...I learned quickly, no matter how hot, leave the back seat windows up when uncle Mark drove.

In all other regards, he was cool..bought us ice cream, took us to A&W for a frosty mug, so it all worked out.

Initially my thought....I am sure that they use canliners, but I can see where a knucklehead spits across the metal collar that sits atop a commercial garbage can.


Still...good luck on enforcing Joe sixpack citizen from spitting in a garbage can, even if there is a rule against employees. 

I once worked in an area..day shift..The fella on afternoon shift would chew tobacco and spit in the floor.I called the safety man.The chewer was told what would happen if he didn't start using the trash can to spit.He din't like it much but it solved my problem.

Yeah..that kinda brings it all home, I bet he doesn't spit on the floor of his home...people can be real knuckleheads.


When my dad was in the Army, he loved the scrambled eggs...untill he pulled KP as a private...the sergeant in the kitchen spit tobacco into the powdered eggs...after that he bacame a biscuits and gravy man.

I almost asked him..."Are you sure that peppered gravy was pepper"?

I just couldn't understand why the drivers wouldn't just bin the thing before punching out.

I still think spit-n-dip bottles are nastier.

Yeah...package drivers are different than over the road or long distance drivers...they have a dumpster at every stop. Knowing how tight a ship they run now at buster brown, I would bet a package driver would get the axe.

I always field strpped my butts if there wasn't an ashtray but, at home I just flicked'em in the yard.
But, I smoked (that is in did, not anymore) Camel non-filters so they never lasted long. I really hated it when someone smoking a filter cig did the same in my yard or anywhere on my property. I really don't understand people, throwing trash out their car windows, spitting on the sidewalk, flicking butss everywhere, their mamas raised some real pigs she did. And some of the other rude and disrespectful things they do I know NO mama would teach her dog to do.

when I chewed tobacco, I was not a spitter. I started off with Grizzly Straight & Kodiak Straight with the odd pouch of Levi Garret, Redman, Lancaster, etc. I was a cigarette smoker at the time. I was working in a small shop (only 4 of us) building methane vacuum pumps for a company out of WY. our shop was in SD. two of the guys transferred over to WY and we replaced them locally. as I said, I was a cigarette smoker and a chewer. one of the guys we hired was a smoker and the other chewed Lancaster. we smoked in the shop. I kept a big ashtray on my workbench and a smaller one on the desk. the two owners were not tobacco users nor drinkers. they despised alcohol and tobacco use, but let us smoke in our shop. out of respect, I wouldn't smoke when they came over from WY. the two new hires did not have the same level of respect. the smoker would smoke while talking to the owners, often times blowing smoke at them, and would drop his butts on the shop floor. the chewer would spit his tobacco spit anywhere he was standing, even if he was talking to the owners. take the owners out of the equation and this still drove me nuts! me had more trash barrels than we needed. I brought in extra ashtrays since we had another smoker. I worked at them for months, telling them how my dad always told me that you don't spit on a shop floor and always use an ashtray if you gotta smoke. finally got the chewer to spit in trash barrels and the smoker to use ashtrays. they even stopped being disrespectful with their tobacco use in front of the owners. then my dad came by the shop. he was smoking those Swisher Sweets filtered brown paper bag cigarette looking things. when he was done, he dropped it on the floor and ground it out with his foot. then he spit on the floor. months of work undone. I could've choked him. next thing I knew there were thick puddles of black spit and cigarette butts all over the place.