You’ll usually notice him on the elevator standing right behind you. You know, that balloon shaped fellow who’s so morbidly obese that he has to struggle for every breath. How can he not be aware of this? That sound of air constantly gusting in and out of his nose, blowing his thick tufts of nostril hair back and forth, back and forth. It makes you want to grab a pen knife and perform an impromptu tracheotomy. Mr. Audible Breather, you suck.