I hate eating near some of my family, it makes me feel ill and I avoid it like the plague.
There is no escape for Christmas dinner so AIBU to dread the tea slurpers, those who insist on talking to you while masticating turkey, cranberry sauce and gravy, those who will rearrange their internal phlegm (I am sure intentionally as I go visibly green) without thought of using a tissue paper, I can't bear it, I am dreading it, am I alone?
I forgot the mad aunt who sits with her legs open displaying her not so clean gusset. I hate Christmas Day.
Prays I win holiday abroad in the next seven days.