"You will think this is strange," said Crystal, a waitress at Caracas Arepa Bar in New York. Strange? I LOVE IT. I LOVE CRYSTAL. After Crystal presented me my take away sauce wrapped in a plastic glove -- which BTW the cooks in the kitchen all wear while making arepas -- I told her I was the Hygiene Hunter and nothing could please me more than food wrapped in a plastic glove. She was worried the lid could come off the container and make a mess of the inside of my purse if not sealed properly. Fantastic food and thinking.Hit.
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.
The glove looks like it's for a person with a swollen middle finger. I knew a guy once.
ReplyDeleteGood thing you liked the way the sauce was wrapped, otherwise the waitress would have experienced a messy glove slap.
ReplyDeleteA few of my classmates saw the post... well they didn't stare for *too* long. "EWWH. Sick it's just sick!" It looks like a condom in a glove to them.
To me it looks like the prefect doggie bag for the HH.