I’m a fairly calm person, but one thing that launches me into a fit of rage is the sound of my husband chewing. I can’t say whether his chewing differs in a demonstrable way from other people’s chewing, other than the fact that I’m subjected to it daily. But I do know that his chewing sounds are the only ones that make me want to pick up my chair and hurl it across the room.
When slurping is involved, too – I’m looking at you, ramen noodles – I become practically apoplectic. I often can’t help making a comment: “OMG, can you chew more quietly?!” Then I typically walk away to escape the sound before I do something that might land me in prison.