My uncle (my mother's brother-in-law) was a life-long dipper. We boys frequently stayed at their house when we visited my grandmother in the southern part of the state. Uncle Carroll would set his spit cup by the side of his chair in the den, where the television set was. One time my brother was playing in another part of the house and came charging into the room and kicked over the cup. Needless to say, our uncle was not a happy man.
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