Spit in the Kitchen

I was in a convenience store today, and a young guy came in wearing black pants with pinstripes and a Ruth's Chris t-shirt. I couldn't hear the clerk, but his side of the conversation went like this.

Gimme a skoal. Yeah, just one. They told me I can't smoke at work no more. So I gotta dip instead. For some reason they think it's better for me to spit in the kitchen than go outside and smoke. It's disgusting.

Yeah, I'll say it is.