I have often been asked what I love most about the Big Smoke. London cabs top my list because they are so clean and drivers keep their hands on the wheel -- not up their nose. I was told drivers can be fined if their cabs are deemed less than perfect by inspectors. The worst I've ever encountered in one of their cabs was a driver's unfortunate choice of cologne. Hit.
True, but still be careful what you touch. A lot of people cough into their hands (instead of their sleeves) and then touch things like door handles and seat belts.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
True, but still be careful what you touch. A lot of people cough into their hands (instead of their sleeves) and then touch things like door handles and seat belts.
ReplyDeleteI usually hope for the best when hoping into a cab, but a fragrant cabby should be avoided like the cologne malodorous allergy.
ReplyDeleteI've never really understood cologne. To me the best smell is no smell at all.
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