Today, Mush Mouth was back in the quiet room. I'm sure he heard me sigh as I came in. I know I heard a long gun battle and screams from whatever movie he was watching. My headphones blocked most of it out.
I couldn't tune out his rustling in a plastic grocery bag for a bag of chips and then rustling in that bag for the perfect chip. Over and over. Luckily, I wrote quickly today and got the hell out of there before he started microwaving fish or something.