Ham elder spits in my face So there I am, on my way home. I'm only a block away or so, anyway this ham beast maybe 50 years old and upwards of 200pounds is slowly waddling in front of me while reading newspaper. So I'm slightly annoyed, but whatever. I walk around him and press the button to cross the street. While I'm waiting for the walk light the wind changes directions. The ham spits into the wind and it hits my cheek. Hamelder says nothing, but looks at me for a second. I don't know why I was so passive about this, I should've turned around and said something.