My Shit List

Just got a little longer, thanks to the obnoxious guy sitting across from me in Lamont. He types louder than anyone I've ever heard (and I've heard some loud typers); he smacks his gum; and he chews it in this spastic, distracting way that involves contorting his face and rubbing his fingers in his nose. At this point, if he dropped dead, my heart would leap for joy.

Loud-typing, gum-smacking man, welcome to my shit list.