Some people talk about food as if it was sexual. I mean, I'm sitting here listening over the cubicle wall to an obese man describe food to a slim woman as if he was describing his first orgasm. Oh, and it's okay in the work environment because it's not sexual harassment, it's…well, acceptable. But I want to file a claim for food harassment. I hate listening to this day after day. It makes me want to eat, wildly, madly, passionately, without abandon. It makes me want to wallow in chocolate mousse, roll in butter, and dip myself in sour cream.
What is it about food that makes people crazy?
I guess if you can't (or don't) have sex, letting a piece of melted cheese roll across your tongue is probably the next best thing.