In a restaurant there’s nothing worse than the realisation you’re touching someone’s discarded chewing gum under the table.
Then again, is it gum? It could be part of the table.
You push your finger into it and it’s not part of the table.
Some people have an inability to eat quietly.
I’m not an eating Hitler, but when you can hear the man open mouth chewing his apple from 3 seats away on a moving train…it does make you want to shove the fruit up his arse.
Or down the throat of the fat bloke who just won’t stop coughing loudly and with big heavy wheezes.
I’m loving my snooze on this train this morning, I really am.