Move your grocery cart, Cathy! — (Smack, smack, smack, smack.) “How does that pulled pork taste?” I sneered in disgust. “Mmmmmm good (smack, smack, smack)” he responded cluelessly. “Come on, man, don’t eat while in the freaking buffet line! Your spitty fingers touching the utensils and your slurping mouth don’t need to be polluting everything!” This…