Tired of the unsightly ring your can of Copenhagen leaves on your jeans’ back pocket? Get a snuff caddy. Clips to your belt, right next to your cell phone. About had it carrying an empty beer can around to spit in? Get a portable cuspidor. In designer colors, of course. Which reminds me of a song you hardly ever hear any more: “Oh, Theodora, don’t spit on the floor-a, use the cuspidor-a, that’s what it is for.”
The consumer society, as ever, is at your command. Apparently.