There is nothing that bothers me more than loud chewers. You know those people who clang their forks against their teeth. And slurp on the food as it goes down their throat. Those people with their gaping, open mouths as they inhale and chew food. And chew loud enough that you can hear from another room. Those people that make you wonder if they grew up in barn raised by wolves – wolves who probably have tamer eating habits than they do.

It enrages me. It actually makes me question never speaking to the person again. I can feel the heat building in my heart, causing my blood to boil. Sometimes I lash out, sometimes I leave the room, and all the time it makes me want to dry heave into the toilet. I’ve sometimes thought it’s irrational, but if a person can’t tamely ingest some food, what kind of person are they really?