Slurpers, you’ll be the death of me. Whether it’s a spoonful of soup or the last remaining bits of your Triple Thick milkshake from Mickey D’s, the sound of slurping makes me momentarily wish I was deaf.
The devilish symphony of the small amount of broth being sucked into your throat is unbearable. The minute bubbles passing through the straw on their way to your lips is cringe-inducing.
Please, stop your incessant bubble-sipping.