Yanbu, and I might love you a little bit actually :)
I can not stand it when dh crunches crisps near me. I either make him leave the room or end up eating crisps too to drown him out.
It started when I was cooking dinner every fecking night and he would saunter in five minutes before serving and open a mahoosive bag of Kettle Chips (noisiest crisps ever invented) and lean over my shoulder while crunching, breathing crisp smell on my face and ask brightly 'what's for dinner love?'.
It was made clear that he could kiss his bollocks bye bye if he did it one. more. time.