Given my advancing years, it's hardly surprising that I'm beginning to get a bit, well, grumpy, is it?? Take, for example (please, please, please take) the fact that I feel inexplicably irritated by people who eat snacks whilst walking through town. I have grown to hate, hate, hate seeing folks chomping on sausage rolls (in brown paper bags like illegal American alcohol) or devouring ciabatta bread and french rolls with cheese and ham flapping about their greasy lips. I despise seeing people eating triangular sandwiches or gorging crisps as they're walking along the pavement. But worse, much worse than this are the people who simultaneously combine street-eating with loud mobile phone conversations - especially those which involve any shrieking laughter at all. I'm going to call this particular pet hate of mine "Manic Street Eating".
I have absolutely no idea why this agitates me so much. I suppose it's something to do with an innate preference (training by my parents I suspect) of sitting down to eat. I just feel it's incredibly impolite to eat whilst moving around anywhere, let alone on the street for goodness sake! Surely NO-ONE is SO busy that they can't sit down for ten minutes to consume a sausage roll? And why eating and talking at the same time? And what exactly is so funny about having a telephone conversation in the street? Can someone tell me?? Please??? My theory is people these days feel guilty about taking time out to sit down - we have to be on the move and visibly, demonstrably happy.
Not for me I'm afraid,
And don't be surprised if, when you're in town, indulging in a fast-food bite that a miserably looking woman-of-a-certain-age doesn't give you one of her withering extra-hard stares.
That'll teach ya!
I have absolutely no idea why this agitates me so much. I suppose it's something to do with an innate preference (training by my parents I suspect) of sitting down to eat. I just feel it's incredibly impolite to eat whilst moving around anywhere, let alone on the street for goodness sake! Surely NO-ONE is SO busy that they can't sit down for ten minutes to consume a sausage roll? And why eating and talking at the same time? And what exactly is so funny about having a telephone conversation in the street? Can someone tell me?? Please??? My theory is people these days feel guilty about taking time out to sit down - we have to be on the move and visibly, demonstrably happy.
Not for me I'm afraid,
And don't be surprised if, when you're in town, indulging in a fast-food bite that a miserably looking woman-of-a-certain-age doesn't give you one of her withering extra-hard stares.
That'll teach ya!