The joys of Panera

I have no internet access at my house.  I'm going to Panera for my daily coffee and internet surfing time.

Right now there is a guy smacking down his food like something out of a bad sitcom.  I can't help but stare and he's only sitting four feet away from me.

It's one thing to have your mouth open while you chew.  It's another to chew 20 times before each swallow.  Somehow this must be therapeutic for the guy because he has a look of total zen-like bliss on his face.  He is totally oblivious to the fact that my head is bobbing up and down on every slow chew he makes.