Is that putty?

Today as I was leaving work, I walked over to Mark's desk to talk to him for a bit. As we were talking, he keep on playing with what looked a piece of putty or a malleable eraser. Then all the sudden he says, "this gum has a weird consistency".

What? Gum?

Yes, that piece of "putty" was actually a piece of chewed gum. And Mark had been rubbing it all over his hands.

When I told him that it was disgusting, he claimed it was far less disgusting than when I put a piece of gum that landed on my clean desk back into my mouth. Touché.

Anyway, it's safely in Jake's gum ball bucket now.