Does this mean you have run out of Bad Things People Do??? Surely there are a million more then 5. A month ago when I was buying the new ceramic tile for our bathroom reno - the sales man picked his nose right in front of me and then proceded to rub his boogies on the tiles. I literaly threw up in my mouth and have to excuse myself. If I had a secret camera let me tell you - I would of captured this "fine" specimen of a man for you. Note to self - get a pair of gloves like the Hygiene Hunter and never take them off.
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.
Ahhh, how sweet.
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean you have run out of Bad Things People Do??? Surely there are a million more then 5.
A month ago when I was buying the new ceramic tile for our bathroom reno - the sales man picked his nose right in front of me and then proceded to rub his boogies on the tiles. I literaly threw up in my mouth and have to excuse myself. If I had a secret camera let me tell you - I would of captured this "fine" specimen of a man for you.
Note to self - get a pair of gloves like the Hygiene Hunter and never take them off.