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Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Please, I beg of you, no more!
There is a large tin of Altoids on my desk, thoughtfully supplied by my employers - in the hopes of sweetening the breath of those who visit my place of employment, I guess. It usually makes people happy to see it, anyway, and most of them are not shy about helping themselves to the minty goodness within.
That�s all well and good, but what I want to know is why does it disturb me so when people chew Altoids? It has the same effect on me as if they were dragging the nails of one hand across a blackboard while using the other hand to threaten a sackfull of kittens with a mallet: it is simultaneously annoying and appalling. I realize that my reaction is somewhat vehement, but there it is.
ALTOID UPDATE: Science Girl, much to my dismay, has confessed to this same heinous practice! (Chewing Altoids, not smacking kitties with mallets.) I am simply aghast.
bmarkey 11/20/2002 05:54:00 PM
