There’s nothing quite like a conference call where someone forgets to mute their mic. It’s always the same person, too—Jim from accounting. Without fail, every meeting, we’re treated to Jim’s lunch sounds. Last week, I think it was nachos. We could hear every chip crunch, every slurp of soda, and I swear, at one point, the sound of a salsa jar popping open. We’re talking budgets, but all I can think about is whether Jim’s going to choke on a tortilla chip. And no one ever tells him to mute because, honestly, at this point, it’s part of the show.