To me a telephone and a toilet are a bad combination. Like vinegar and bleach. Bones and chicken. Orange juice and toothpaste. Sanitary napkins and reusable. Even though both were new at the Hotel d'Aubusson I still didn't have the temptation to order macaroons while serving some up. Some things should just wait. This is a common combo at more expensive hotels. I wonder if the concierge knows where the call is coming from. I must remember to ask.
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.
No wonder people make other people ill.
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