8:42am - Irritation factor: extreme

He's sitting across from me, red-eyed and unshaven, slurping down a hotdog drenched in tomato sauce & mustard for breakfast in between sniffing loudly, clearing his tar-clogged throat, and coughing up an unspeakable sound that I will attempt to render into the English language: HAAGHaaaaaarrrUUURRooouuurGGHH.