Relieving yourself in public. Unless you have a furry tale you have no excuse. London responded with street urinals. From the lips of BBC News, "... it is hoped the loos will stop people from urinating against walls and doorways, which can lead to corroded buildings and health hazards." In addition to a corroded reputation.
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.
Thank goodness for you Eva, now when I get to London, I will not be staring in horror at the street urinal.
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