Today I saw two people doing something that really chaps my hide. Eating. In their cars. While driving! I won’t say that I’ve never been guilty of this, but it irritates me now for a few different reasons. First, I’ve always been really turned off by sloppy eaters. You know, the ones who slurp their soup, crunch their chips too loudly, smack when eating something sticky, have stuff running down their chins, etc. It drives me nuts, too put it mildly. I’m hardly a prude, but I do think when you eat, unless you are one of the .0000003% of us who really was raised by wolves, you should kind of try to be as normal/least gross as possible.
Thus the problem with the car eaters. They feel safe in their cars (just like all the nose-pickers on wheels out there), so they stop by a drive-through window, order some high fat, sloppy food, and then go at it like a hungry cheetah taking down it’s prey, thinking none of us can see the pure, animalistic passion with which they consume their cheesesteak, taco, french fries, or whatever else. The clear windows that everyone else can see through providing a buffer between them and the outside world. Like the guy I got behind today on my way home from work. I couldn’t tell what he was eating, but it was messy, and he had a beard. Ick. Just… Ick. He’d tilt his big head back and drape whatever this was into his mouth, invariably catching the remnants in his beard. And since traffic was stopped, » Read more: Help Me Eradicate Driving While Dining – DWD
