Poor table manners eat at me to no end. All a matter of raising, I guess. I'd rather sit alone than be at a table with people who slurp soup or chew like cows.
Another thing, once I was coming home from Michigan and stopped at a NY Thruway service area for a coffee. Some 450 lb slob of a woman was in front of me, got chicken tenders, and reached over the counter and grabbed about a dozen sauces.
Being my tired, irritable self, I casually mentioned that needing 2 sauce packages for each chicken tender was probably part of the reason she was disgustingly fat.
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