Babies have them. They’ll put anything into their mouth.
Dogs have them. They’ll chew on anything.
Turkey vultures have them. They’ll eat anything rubber off your car.
I have an oral fixation.
Boys, get your mind out of the gutter. It’s not that kind of oral fixation. Although for you, that’s a oral visual stimulation fixation. Yes, I agree. Some woman do look better when they have something in their mouth – mainly because it shuts them up. But, I won’t go down that road right now.
It’s the NOISE that comes out of that orifice that irritates the shit out of me.
Please. Don’t even start with your tsk, tsk, tsk and tell me to be more patient and understanding of those around me – you can just sit down and listen up. There are people in this world who are ignorant of their personal noise levels and their disruption to my peace and quiet.
I’m talking about those cheeky little fuckers who give no thought to their mouthy acoustics. There are no words strong enough to describe the annoyance. They’re simply being:
Cheeky Little Fucker Case #1:
Decible Level 70
Were these people raised by hyenas?
Nope, must have been ostriches.
Let’s see how much food you can stuff into that hole and then try and carry on a conversation…shall we?
I enjoy nothing more than someone stuffing their mouth full of food and THEN talking to me. Could you not wait two minutes to come and speak to me? After you swallowed whatever that is you have crammed into your hole? Apparently, not. That’s just great. Cause you know not only do I understand everything perfectly, but I also really enjoy when the bits and pieces of soggy whatever the hell that is….. come flying out of your mouth.
It’s even better when you have SO MUCH crammed in there – you have to actually move it from side to side in order to talk. Looking at you, you’d think you’re working on a giant wad of chew in your jaw. Nope, that’s just your fucking tuna sandwich.
Are you kidding me?
It happened the other day and it was all I could do to dig my hands into my chair – to keep my own trap shut. I was on the verge of saying: “You sound like you have a mouth full of sweat socks. Can you please finish your danish and then talk to me.”
We’re adults people – use your common sense.
Cheeky Little Fucker Case #2:
Decibel Level 110
What is worse than the stuffed mouth full of food issues? Combine it with a nasally voice. Add an accent. Include VOLUME. Oh and for giggles, let’s just as a cherry on top. This voice is like nails down a chalkboard.
On a regular day her voice, to me, could unscrew lightbulbs out of the socket.
Combine it with her eating, what I can only imagine as Andre the Giant sized bites and then talking loudly to her co-workers. It’s enough to make me pack up and leave my cubicle. Enough. I’m done.
It’s that or I’m going to start shouting SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
This woman constantly, constantly, constantly…..sends me over the edge. I could leap the Eiffel Tower in a single bound when it starts. My one remaining nerve gets such a workout with her that it packs up and leaves before I can even get my headphones out of the drawer.
When I do get the headphones out, I don’t know which music to listen to….something calming like Enya? Spa relaxation channel? Give the spa three minutes. Click. Not feeling it. I switch over to something with a little more edge….to match my burned out nerve. Eminem does the trick. UFC music channel….excellent.
Cheeky Little Fucker Case #3:
Decibel Level 90
Something in your teeth?
For the love of humanity far and wide, do us all a favor – excuse yourself and go brush your fucking teeth and remove whatever god awful boulder is in your cavity that is causing you to suck and slurp like a hooker trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
The sucking noises have got to stop immediately.
Rule #23 in life: When you have people in your office don’t suck your teeth. And while I can’t see….I am going to gamble a bet that this person is probably fishing around in their mouth trying to pick out the offending seed of mayhem.
That’s correct, I can only gamble a guess because I never see it. I only hear it. Occurs on the other side of the cubicle wall. God help me.
You’re wondering the same thing I am aren’t you? If they find the pick – do they eat it? I don’t know and I don’t care. It makes me nauseous thinking about it. I would rather watch guts and gore than see that crap. Like picking your nose and eating it.
Cheeky Fucker Case #4:
Decible Level 85
I don’t need to say anything.
You get the picture.
Eating is not supposed to a recital of your orifice’s abilities to entertain various types of food items and their forms.
Same goes for those of you who moan and groan through your meals. If you’re going to climax during any course – appetizer to dessert – you need to order room service or go eat in the closet. They probably have private clubs devoted to food orgies, which I suggest you research but I’m not interested so keep it to yourself, so I too can enjoy my meal.
Those of you who have issues with people who can’t eat in a civilized manner – those who smack their lips, suck their teeth, click their tongues, moan and burp….you have my permission to get up and move away when they sit next to you.
When the offender sits with you, simply choose one of these excuses to move away:
“I’m sorry, my phone is ringing. Excuse me.”
“You’ll have to excuse me, I’m multitasking today. Meditating and eating.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m trying to be more in touch with my insensitive side. Excuse me.”
“The baby is upset today….sorry.”
Enough people. Just knock it off and respect others. Get a clue.
Suck on something worth while.