Neurotic

You know how some people can't stand the sound of nails on a chalkboard? Well, for me it's the sound of someone handling tape. You know, the sticky sound when it peels off your fingers. It gives me the chills. Literally, I get goosebumps. It's a strange neuroticism, and I'm rather shy about telling people about it. I think Gavin and I were actually married before I fessed up.

A couple nights ago, the trainee on my shift spent most of the last hour we were there peeling a sticker off his notebook. Piece by little piece. I'm getting shivers just thinking about it now. But I didn't want to ask him to stop, because then the sticker would be half peeled off, and that offends my sense of neatness. So I waited, shuddering from time to time, while he peeled every little piece off. I internally celebrated when the last piece came off and went into the garbage.

And then he started picking at the sticky stuff that's left after you peel a sticker off. Eew eew eew eew eew eew eew!