Why oh why do people feel the need to put their feet where arms belong? Just another reason to wipe down your armrest. Those shoes did make a few trips to the on board washroom where men do not always hit their mark.
This is super disrespectful to the person in the green jacket. All it'll take is for that person to rest their arm on that armrest to ruin a perfectly fine green jacket.
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.
This is super disrespectful to the person in the green jacket. All it'll take is for that person to rest their arm on that armrest to ruin a perfectly fine green jacket.
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