The Slow Eater

Last night, I spent almost two hours in a dinner meeting because there was one Cardinal in my group that eats very, very slowly. The guy seriously chewed his food about forty times before swallowing. At one point, I even started counting his chews because I was so bored.

Throughout the meeting, I kept looking at his partially eaten 7oz filet mignon—and then at him. I was hoping he would get a hint. He obviously didn’t. I finished my meal a good 45 minutes before he was finished—and his chewing was driving me crazy.

I need to find a good excuse to leave dinner early.