Your nail-biter must have been related to the gent seated next to me on Thursday's ORD-SFO evening flight. Spent a good deal of the 4 hour trip gnawing away on his nubbins.

If I wasn't already irritated by his treatment of the FAs upon boarding ("What do you mean there's no room for both my enormous duffle bag and 24" rollerboard - I'm a Premiere Exec!"), this just about sent me over the edge.

I couldn't figure out (despite many years of post-graduate shrink school) a polite way of asking him to save his snack for later, so I just cranked up my BOSE headset and tried to ignore it. I did refrain from picking my nose in return, however...