Noisy eater on the bus

[lovelyjubilly]

Someone is sat behind me chomping away on something juicy with their mouth open. Right into my ear. Tongue slapping against the roof of their mouth like a wet herring. With the occasional phlegmy sniff thrown in for good measure.

Wibu to turn around and punch them in the face?

Oh yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!

I have to get up and leave my desk and pretend to be busy in the kitchen every time my colleague eats a piece of fucking fruit.

I’ve tried staring at him in disbelief (‘how can you not hear yourself?!’) but he’s completely oblivious!

The thread title raised my anxiety levels immediately. I HATE it when people eat anything more than a qyick snack on the bus.

Recently a young woman sat on bus, proceeded to open a big carton containing her dinner, and ate the full meal. She then had soup from a huge carton. I kept glancing at her (couldn't help it) and just thought "you utter hog" ( I know that's awful... sorry ). Just sat there spooning down loads of food..on public transport with loads of people around, people coughing etc. Yuk.

Mistress - you are not being awful. You have my full sympathy.

A few years ago, a couple sitting on a train opposite me pulled out about a hundred different foil wrapped components of their meal plus tupperware boxes of various slurpy sliminess and had a feast that just went on and on and on and on.

Sure they are lovely people but I really just genuinely wanted them to die in a hole.

I don't like anyone eating anything messy or smelly (or slimy!) I can cope with a cereal bar or packet of non smelly crisps (still gross but not as bad).

I once saw a mother and son get out a massive tupperware full of those lunchable cheese and ham slices and crackers and assemble them on a train table. That was pretty gross as they were eating straight off the table and we all know how gross those things are. Plus that wet ham stuff smells horrible and I had to smell it the entire journey. Actually a bit traumatised by that memory!

I'm noise sensitive too. I was in a shop earlier and a member of staff (young man) kept walking past me dragging his feet-you know, that scuff slide walk-and no, he didn't have a disability. I could hear him a mile off. He had long black 'estate agent' shoes on. I was desperate to shout PICK YOUR FEET UP a la my mother but instead moved away and said it under my breath.