eating II

So yeah, back to the eating thing. It REALLY bothers me, more often than I care to admit - except to my husband who I mention it to way too often. But what I don't need is a co-worker who tries to eat carrots as loudly as she can. I also don't need a co-worker to hover over me with a smelly hotdog (which typically I would enjoy that smell but it disgusted me today - no, I'm not pregnant) and smack their lips and loudly lick the mustard and relish off their fingers. And then proceed to talk to me while chewing... all within less than a foot of my ear.

I would have punched them both in the face. But in reality I'm not a violent person... just in my mind I am.