Let's talk about smacking. The kind of smacking that makes me want to smack another. How does anyone grow up and not realize that smacking while eating is disturbing and possibly offensive (at least in America) to others? Is it just me who is totally grossed out by a noisy eater? My feelings don't stop at gross, they move straight on to disbelief, annoyance and then offense. I'm not saying I won't like a smacking eater as a person, but I will go on the offense or retreat if I am subjected to a smacker. I have encountered three smackers in the last week, one a toddler whose parents are responsible, and who is close enough for me to correct. The other two smackers were adults, neither of whom I corrected, but I did take my leave from their company.
I'm not easily grossed out, but for some reason, smacking pushes me over the edge. Maybe it's the noise that annoys me. Smacking is akin to nails on a chalkboard for me. You could probably pick your nose in front of me, and I would probably handle it better than I do smacking. Unless of course, you wipe your nose findings on me. If you do that, you better hope I already love you and already swap spit or other bodily fluids with you. Else, that act will be your undoing.
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