One carrot, two carrot

I have a completely irrational pet peeve. Every day at 1:30 pm, my cubicle neighbor eats her lunch, which invariably includes carrot sticks. The crunching sound drives me insane.

And yet, at 12 noon each day I dive into my own lunch, which often includes baby carrots and/or celery, and try as I do to eat quietly, I'm sure I bother others around me as well.

See? I told you it was irrational.