Chuck Swindoll tells a rather gross, but humorous story in one of his books. It takes place right after his graduation from high school. He was working in a machine shop in Houston, Texas. One of the men he worked near in the shop was named Tex. He was an unforgettable character.

Tex spent most of his adult life operating a turret lathe in that shop. He was a typical machinist. He wore a little gray and white striped cap "always greasy" and overalls that needed an oil change. And, of course, he chewed tobacco, which meant he spit a lot. He would keep his tobacco pouch open in his right hip pocket. As he ran the lathe, he would reach back, grab a fistful of that stringy stuff, cram it into his mouth, then chew on it for an hour or so. That entire procedure occurred without his eyes ever leav…