Damsel in dis Dress wrote:
> "jmcquown" >, if that's their real name, wrote:
>
>> I worked with someone (not from a different country) who would take
>> a huge bite of food and then start talking. Drove me nuts. I'd
>> look anywhere except at her because I really don't want to see her
>> mouth full of food. She is perfectly proper in every other sense of
>> the word, down to making sure her slacks (even jeans!) are pressed
>> and never a hair out of place. But put a plate in front of her and
>> she'll take a bite and then start talking. EEEEK! But no, I never
>> said anything to her. I don't have to live with her or watch her
>> eat every day. In fact, when we go out to lunch these days, I make
>> sure she's sitting beside me so I can look at the other people
>> across the table instead
>
> Now, remember, Wayne says I have class.
>
> I used to work with a woman who always asked what I was eating for
> lunch, while I was chewing it. Every day. Every damned, stinkin'
> day. One day when she asked, I just opened my mouth and showed her,
> then walked away. She never bothered me again.
>
> Carol, the Queen of Couth

Oh, I had a guy like that at the office, too. Drove me nuts. What did you
bring for lunch? He'd lean over my shoulder to check it out. What, you
never heard of cooking and leftovers before? Go away!

Jill