Spitting in public places
I spit a lot, and don't think spitting is disgusting, because we villagers all spit on the ground. The ground is made of yellow mud, rather than cement, wood, vinyl or carpet. Beside the spit marks, you can also see chicken or duck droppings and dog poohs.
Chicken and duck walking around, my mummy sniff hardly the nasal mucus into mouth, then collect together with the phlegm, and force out altogether with a very loud noise. All those domestic fowl rush to that white jelly and eat it all in a flash.
Nobody on the scene feels spitting was very offensive, everybody do it. I can do that too.
If we near a pond, or brook or terraced field, all kinds of colourful and different sized fishes swimming in the water, we spit into the water playfully, all fished just like chicken rushed to the spit and eat it. That's a good scene and fun.
When I wen to Shanghai first time, a granny with red armband come up to me and hand out a ticket to me. They are such people as DAD'S ARMY whose job is walking around and catch over-time parking car or that breaks traffic rules and spitting. That granny gave me the ticket and explained that I couldn't spit on the ground in Shanghai railway station, anywhere in public places in Shanghai. She fined me FIVE Yuan. After that incident, I start to spit on handkerchief or tissues after I moved to city.
My sister could avoid fine ticket very cleverly by dividing spitting saliva into two seperate steps: First she colected the saliva or phlegm loudly, then keep in her mouth (Yuck, That's disgusting!), the Red Armband Worman nearby was watching her carefully, waiting her to spit out, but she was very disapointed by the "fact" that my sister kept saliva inside her mouth. My sister walked away and spat on the ground stealthily. The Red Armband WormanShe was tricked. My sister even spits in a very higg-end supermarket with a cloud of customers walking around.