The only time as an adult, that I was spat upon, was by a Puerto Rican on Fairmont ave in Philly. I pulled him out of his car's window and bounced him on the asphalt a few times.
The suit & tie must've gave him the notion that I would be "impressed" by his ghetto-esque.
PR’s in Philly are just about as bad as “tha brothas”.
They might even be worse...