I've always believed that there's a place and a time for everything. And the bus is definitely not the place to spit out all your lovely mouth juices at. I swear that if God gave me a handgun and the license to kill, I'd go on a rampage in an instant.So I'm on the bus to work as usual and in front of me is this 50 something crusty old Chinese guy. I swear that all crusty old …