Hey Mayor Bloomberg–forget about the big sodas.
How about people chewing tobacco in public, enclosed spaces?
Such as the doofus sitting cattycorner to me on a late afternoon train out of Gotham the other day?
He had a big mound of dip in his cheek, and spent most of the train ride spitting into a Snapple bottle, in plain sight of everyone facing him.
He was a muscular fellow of about 45 with a passing resemblance to the performer Rob Riggles. He seemed to know the conductor.
The spitting into the Snapple bottle was nasty, but what really freaked me out was when he was done with his dip, spit the clot of chaw into the bottle, and proceeded to jam his fingers in between his cheek and gum and go mining for loose shards of tobacco, over and over and over.
I almost hurled.