Ha! Your site is blocked by my company's firewall! You must have the p0rn on it. Naughty, naughty woman!

I'll just have to check this out when I get home tonight.

I abhor sloppy eating as well, though I suspect that I might be a sloppy eater myself. Or at least a noisy one. I mean, crunchy food is really crunchy in one's own head anyway but I swear my skull is is some sort of naturally occurring accoustic phenomemon. Like a brain-encasing bullhorn or somesuch.

Just wait 'til sandal season when she'll probably not only have a French pedicure, but will probably have crusty bits of food that she's dropped on her toes.

Just wait 'til sandal season when she'll probably not only have a French pedicure, but will probably have crusty bits of food that she's dropped on her toes.

valentina's nightmare!

At my last job one desk was next to an older lady with an obsession with food. One large desk drawer was full of food -- and not sticks of carrots either. She would hide food in a file, then disappear for half an hour in the bathroom. Plus sometimes her lunch wouldn't "agree" with her, and it wouldn't be a quiet afternoon

We're all animals -- but some more than others.

Eeesh. Shudder. My coworker does belch a lot, not intentionally, but it just escapes. I am told by a reliable source that her top desk drawer has quite a stash of Beano in it. I don't think she's flexible enough, but if she dropped some nummy food on her foot, she'd probably try to lick it off. She has also come into my office, talking at the top of her lungs with her mouth full, and spit food on my desk. Once she spit a giant hunk of a donut on my desk, pretended not to notice and walked out. I made my coworkers go back and look at it. One woman pronounced to be as large as a baby's tooth. Another coworker sent me a link to a website that sold hazardous material removal suits and suggested that I get one for the next time she jettisoned food in my office.

Are you sure she's not Homer Simpson in drag?