HisDivineMajesty wrote:
A few years ago, I knew a guy who had the worst eating habits anyone could possibly imagine. His favourite food, for some reason, was brown bread with sausage slices and syrup. And he had a problem - whenever he talked to someone, he would stand within 20-30 centimetres of them. He'd then talk to them while eating with his mouth wide open, occasionally spraying them with crumbs of bread and drops of syrup. At times, I had to ask him to go away or stop eating because I was about to throw up just from the view of him chewing that mess within half an arm's reach of my eyes.
I last spoke to him early this year, and he seems to have improved now.
That made me feel a little ill just reading about it. But at least I feel better about my eating habits in comparison now.
I eat too fast (according to etiquette, apparently) and enjoy it too much. And no matter how hard I try, I can't help making a mess. It's just part of being a general klutz.
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