I used to work with a smallfat--well, he skirted the line between smallfat and fat; he was mushy--who used to sometimes insist on coming to sit with me at lunch. He was the grossest eater I have ever seen. I literally could not look at him as he ate. First he would take slices of roast beef, squeeze a line of mayonnaise from a packet down the center of each slice (one full packet per slice), roll them up, and stuff them in his mouth. Then he would eat his little baggie of chips, which were always just crumbs for some inexplicable reason; he would stick his hand in the bag and come up with a wad of chip crumbs between his fingers, open his mouth wide, and shove both crumbs and fingers as far into the back of his wide-open mouth as he could, all the way back on his tongue, which would be at least partway stuck out for the purposes of this operation. Sometimes before the chips he would squeeze more mayo onto his tongue. (The fingers went all the way in the mouth with the roast beef, too, and his lips would close over them. Like he was sucking his fingers with every bite; like he was incapable of eating with his hands in a way that didn't involve his mouth engulfing half his hand.) I cannot even express how disgusting this process was. I don't even know why it was so repulsive, I mean, describing it it just seems unpleasant, not revolting. But I would literally gag if I watched it; it happened more than once. He would start talking, usually about his cow wife or maybe about how radio broadcasters are biased against guys with talent like him. I would be sitting there nodding and smiling faintly as I wished he would just go away so I could read my book. Then he'd pull out that lunchbox, and I'd start staring at the table, the ground, anything but his face because I just couldn't stand to see him eating. Luckily he wasn't an especially noisy eater. It wasn't audibly disgusting, just visually. shudder