Spitter

The man in shorts was walking towards me on the elevated walkway. Suddenly he turned his head to the left and spat over the rails of the walkway. I stared at him, stunned in disbelief. How can someone do that so blatantly? I must have disgust written all over my face. Yet he displayed no emotion. No embarrassment, no shame, no anger either. It was as if what he just did was the most natural thing in the world. What do you do with something like that? I turned around and snapped this picture after he walked past me. At that moment I was not proud to be a HongKonger.