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~"The Old "TABACKIE" Spitter"~

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Many years ago, my dad always told stories about George, a neighbor and an old man who was a "tabackie" chewer.

George walked a lot and depended on hitchhiking to get from place to place. He always took quick Japanese style steps, but moved fairly fast at that, George often hitch-hiked to a small local store.

One day my dad picked him up on the road, on his way to the store, now daddy really didn't want to have an old tobacco spitter in his car, but back in those days it was common courtesy to pick up anyone walking down a road.

George always had brown drool on each side of his mouth and on his shirt sleeves where he wiped his mouth after a misguided spit.

They were driving along and the old man had let a huge amount of spit accumulate in his mouth, he drew his head back and spit that wad right into the wind and as you could guess, it all came back splattering him all over his face.

He sputtered a bit and mumbled a few words, while my dad was trying to control the old model T and suppress his laughter at the same time.

I heard daddy tell this story many times and every time he told it, he still cracked up with laughter.