I'm Not Alone!!!

So I was blog-stalking my new friend Meaghan, and came across this passage:

"There are lots of things about Korea that drive me crazy, for sure. I swear to god, the spitting is liable to make me hurt someone. The other day I almost threw up on the train, like literally gagged and had to turn away, when a woman seated on a bench (and sandwiched in by two people, mind you) took a ziploc baggie out of her purse, proceeded to clear her entire nose and throat and hock phlegm into the baggie before sticking it back in her purse. I was aghast. On the way to work I dodge, without exaggeration, at least 30 piles of phlegm on the streets, steps, sidewalks, etc. Yesterday I got really angry as a middle school aged asshole cut me off as I exited the train just so that he could purposely hock a giant loogie onto the BENCH in the subway station. I mean that is just disgusting. I am so sick of the hacking and gagging as people spit. I'm also sick of the lack of personal space. I am only half joking when I say that the next old person who pushes me on the train for NO REASON is getting slapped in the face. So sick of it. Hate the spitting, hate the pushing. "

I feel less like a Bitch of Unusual Proportions for being at the end of my rope with this stuff. After watching my friend Sarah slip on a loogie and almost fall flat on the pavement in Itaewon, I decided that if Wile E. Coyote were Korean, he'd skip the banana peels and just hock an oyster in RoadRunner's path.

PS: Meaghan, you forgot to mention the puke