I can’t stop talking about food.
I know a couple of chronic throat clearers.
My best friend’s boyfriend cannot be satisfied in a restaurant. He gets mad if there’s not a water filled glass when he sits down, but will also complain if the waiter comes around with water glasses, because he thinks it’s disruptive. Everything is either too salty, or not salty enough. There’s too many choices on the menu, or not enough menu items that he could actually eat. The food is to hot (both temperature-wise and spice level) or it is too cool. It’s either over cooked or under cooked and the waiter didn’t snap too it fast enough, or the waiter came over while he was in the middle of a conversation and didn’t want the interruption, but then complains bitterly that he doesn’t have any ketchup. If the waiter brings ketchup, he then asks for tartar sauce or maple syrup (things that regular people wouldn’t eat with French fries) and on and on an on.
There are a few people on Fluther that are into role playing, but they try to make sure that we all understand that it’s for real.
I can’t stop talking about food.