The other day, I clearly remembered why I rarely eat in the building’s cafeteria.
I have never been much of a “breakfast” person so I usually make a bigger sandwich or larger salad for lunch and eat at my desk as I work. But on the odd occasion when I visit my parents and “steal” tasty leftovers of Guyanese-South American food from their fridge and take it for lunch, I always eat in the cafeteria.
I’ll be very honest. I don’t do it because I’m respecting the rights of others to not have our common work space smell like a restaurant. I do it because whenever I do have leftovers, I hate how people pop up at my desk, asking about what I am eating and literally hovering their noses in my Tupperware for a better whiff.
Someone’s nose in my food? Hell no.
So I save myself the hassle by hauling my butt to the cafeteria.
Around 11:00 am, the cafeteria is usually almost empty – just the way I like it. I can spend time quietly enjoying my food and flipping through blogs as I eat. But yesterday, when I was about two bites into my left-over chicken curry, Ms. Omel took a seat at the table directly facing me.
Ms. Omel is my nickname for her, because in my head, she is the “open-mouth-eating-lady” (Omel). Yeah, I know it’s not nice but it is an accurate description of what she does. You see, when Ms. Omel eats, her lips never make contact with each other. Every chew is happily masticated with a wide open mouth and it seems like the wider the better.
The last time I found myself facing her, I could barely concentrate on my own lunch. You know how when you’re driving past an accident, no matter how much you don’t want to look, you slow down and find yourself looking anyways? Well, that’s me with Ms. Omel. I don’t want to look but I can’t help myself.
Did I tell you that the chewing is punctuated by juicy, wet sounds?
Well, I’m telling you now.
The first few times I witnessed this, I thought that maybe she suffered from some health condition of which I was ignorant. But then I realized that she never ate this way when she was in the company of her friends/co-workers.
As I promised myself to face the windows the next time I used the cafeteria, I started thinking about the quirks that I have that may annoy others around me.
Me? Quirks? Nope, not at all.
Maybe one? Two? More than a few?
I’ll have to ponder this question and reflect. It could provide some interesting content for a future post… 🙂
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