Sitting in the customer lounge at my local Nissan dealership, which recently was outfitted with a flat-screen TV, leather sofas, a fresh paint job and high-speed internet, I grow increasingly annoyed with my fellow Nissan driver.
She sits, scribbling answers to a daily puzzle in the paper, smacking her gum. It's getting louder by the second. Smack, smack, SMACK!
I got to thinking, if everyone has at least one annoying trait, what is mine this morning? The fwip, fwip! of my knitting needles? My disheveled appearance? I can't put my finger on it.
Or it could just be that I can't concentrate due to the constant smacking going on just across the room? I wonder.