I chewed it, and made the mistake of accidentally swallowing a small amount of the juice. I got so sick I had to go home at noon, something I had never done, and there, puked out my guts.
The co-worker had told me of his time in the shipyards in WWII. He said the men were paid by the inch of welding they did on Liberty Ships so they would weld, chew, and just spit in their helmets so as to never break a weld bead.
Where I used to work, many of the men dipped snuff. I noticed one day that they never spit. They had developed such a tolerance for it that they just swallowed it.
One co-worker told me of his attempts to quit. He said he would be cutting hay, take a dip, decide then to quit and throw his snuff (SKOAL) away. Before the end of the day, he would be combing the bushes where he threw the can trying to find it. He said he was so used to the snuff he considered it as smelling a new mown hay fields.
Amazing stories. A person becomes so tolerant that they swallow rather than spit? I can’t imagine what that does to your stomach after a while.