Idle Ramblings of a Slightly Mad Man

First off let me explain that I am a comic book nut.  I go every week to the store to buy my books.  The store owner, Frank, now has new plastic bags to put our purchases in.  They are black.  They are like the bags that book stores and adult novelty shops put your purchases in so that the buyers are not embarassed when they are outside of the shop and someone spots you with the latest Hustler magazine. 

So right after Frank puts my new books in the bag I notice the color and make the comment to him that now it looks like I have just bought a boatload of porn.  Needless to say, he thought that very funny.

So I arrive home and and I walk to the house carrying my comic books by the bags handle and wave hello to the neighbor across the street who was sitting on his steps.  He yells “Is that the latest Penthouse you got there?”

Now I enter my house still carrying the black plastic bag and lay it down on the kitchen counter and my wife come into the room to greet me and spotting the black plastic bag starts to yell at me for bring porn into the house. 

I can’t win. 

I am now putting a couple of white shopping bags in my truck for next week when I get my books.  I’ll just ask Frank to put them in the Acme bag insted of the black bags. 

 Thanks Frank!  You are one evil man!

A few postings ago I was talking about Toilet Paper and in the comments a question was asked about if I was a folder or a scruncher when I use the TP.  As a result, it got me to thinking and examining all the things that I do on a daily basis that I don’t really ever think about.  For example, when I drive the car and use one hand on the steering wheel I use my left hand nearly all the time.

Although I am primarily right handed, I eat sandwiches with my left hand

I will always put on my right shoe before my left.

There are two computer chairs at my home computer desk and I will almost always sit in the beige one, not the blue one.

Before reading a newspaper I will always begin with the comics page.

When I use a tissue I fold it over

I separate the bills in my wallet, all the ones together, all the fives together, etc…

Each week I cut my lawn I cut it in a direction that is different from the cut the week before.

I hardly ever put my clothes away.  The majority of my clothes are on the floor, neatly folded I might add.

When I have to wash dishes in the sink I start with all the largest of items and then end with the silverware.

As I am going through this weird list it almost looks like I am OCD.  I’m not.  Not really.   I just have habits.  None of these are really OCD things.  Right?

Oh and by the way, I am a scruncher with the TP.