Quirky?

Thursday is Q day in the A to Z Challenge and I thought this was going to be an incredibly hard letter to come up with a topic, well I was wrong.  I've been known to make mistakes...from time to time.  I came up with this letter looking in the mirror this morning.  I am quirky.  In other words I have several quirks that set me apart from "normal" people...but then again whoever said I was normal?

One quirk is that I am not quite O.C.D., I'm more like anal retentive.  I don't have to wash my hands twenty times or double check to see it the door is locked, but I like to have everything in it's place.  My work areas at home are neat and organized.  Yes I said work areaS, I have two, one for my personal/graphic/blog part of my life and then there is my Scout work area in the garage.  My wife must hate looking at my work area because it is minimal and organized, where she has a pile of papers on the dishwasher and she claims she can find anything there....that would drive me nuts.  I frequent Staples to look for a better organization system all the time.  When playing a board game I am constantly rearranging my pieces and making sure they are straight.  I play dominoes with a few friends of mine and when we play I need to make sure the chicken foot is lined up.  When I'm out shopping with the family and I see something on the floor of the store I pick it up and put it back or if I see a display out of order, I fix it.  I don't know why I do it, I just like seeing things neat I guess.

This sums it up better.

Another quirk is I buy food items I know I will never eat or drink but it sounds good at the store.  V8 for example, I buy a bottle of it a couple times a year.  I can't stand tomato soup let alone V8, but for some reason my brain flips inside out twice a year and sends a signal out saying "Hey, tomato juice...it's like cold tomato soup that you drink, you'll love that!"  So after arguing with my wife who knows full well that I will take one sip of it and shove it to the back of the fridge for it stay until thrown out and sounding like one of the three heathens telling her "I promise I'll drink it this time."  I get the V8.  Sure as shit, one sip, I come back to my senses and shove it into the bowels of the fridge.  One other food item that I have a brain fart on is jalapeno peppers.  Only jalapeno peppers.  I love them, but they don't love me.  I will order them on my grinder from Subway (because the have the ingredients right there to see) only to pay for it all night long.  I keep a bottle of Tums on my head board because I am a dumbass during the day.

See?  Arrow pointing the way...

 I've mention this next one in a past post called Ohhhh Look...It's A Scrotum.  I refuse to walk on the opposite side of the mall.  Every mall is split into two lanes separated by kiosks in the middle (like jersey barriers).  I walk on the right side of the mall just like you drive on the right side of the road.  If I need to get to store on the other side I wait until there is a break in the kiosks and make blow a U-ie.  I also don't drive across the parking spots in a parking lot nor do I pull forward into the spot that is open in front of me.  I don't like the asshats who do it, so I refuse to do it.

I am sure I have other quirks that I am not mentioning, if you ever get a chance to talk to my wife she will tell you all of my quirks.  How she has dealt with me for 13 years is beyond me.