It was twenty-two years ago this summer at church camp when I spit in someone's face for the first and hopefully last time. The details are blurry - although the face is not. This kid was up in my face for something, I honestly don't remember what it was all about and it happened. It was totally thoughtless and pointless...its just something that I thought about doing and did because I was insulted. It's a good thing this kid was slightly smaller than me as well because he didn't take it very kindly.
He just kept saying "You SPIT in MY face!" over and over - it was so bad he had me apologizing by the third or fourth iteration, which of course resulted in another, incredulous, "You SPIT in MY face!".
This was the first day of summer camp and I can't remember how it all settled out - except to say, with a few friends I can still say, "You SPIT in MY face!" and we can start giggling again.
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