Slurp, sigh, pause

There is the older Indian guy that works on our floor. I don't know who is and I don't really care. All I know is - he's odd and rude. He cuts people off to get through doors first. He walks past people like they don't exist. And he has crazy hair, long white roots with tan/brown ends. Very distinctive. I asked Mo if I talked about that Indian dude with the funky hair did she know who I meant and she knew right away.

Anyway, I finally had time to eat lunch around 2:30pm. The first break all day and since it was so late I had the break room all to myself. It is a corner room with windows for walls. We are on one the higher floors so there is a wonderful view. The sun was shining, I was trying to read. Then here comes this guy who fills a paper cup with water from the sink to drink. Guess the water from the fountain wasn't good enough. Then he walked over to the windows, stood beside me and proceeded to slurp his water. Slurp, sigh, pause - slurp, sigh, pause. It drove me nuts! I just stared at him, but he never turned around. I would have said something but I had pretty much finished my lunch and my timer was going to go off anyway. He probably would have ignored me anyway.

I can still hear the slurping in my head. Slurp, sigh, pause - slurp, sigh, pause.