If you listen to the announcements made by gate agents, you will often hear them say boarding will commence after the plane has been groomed. Grooming is what airlines do between flights. Translation. They perform a quick tidy. This is why I CLEAN the headrest, armrests, seatbelt, table tray and in-flight entertainment touch screen. FYI. I use less abrasive wipes for the touch screen. For the cleanest seat in the house, with the least amount of effort, ask where I sat last. Or do it yourself. Personally, I find it entertaining to see how dirty my seat surroundings are.
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.
Good god. There are a few things I like being oblivious about. The first was restaurant kitchens. Now airplane toilets. In a word: Ew.
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