swallowing

I didn't want to hear her swallow. To hear my mother swallow -- that was different. I had become annoyed at all those little things she did, all the odd noises she made while eating, but I had come to the realization that there was nothing I could do to stop them, so I'd try to hum over it, or close my ears when I heard a yawn approaching. I don't think that's too peculiar. But the woman sitting next to me in the theatre was not my mother, and I did not want to hear her filthy movie snacks being digested.