|I moshed along to the Smashing Pumpkins with a full bladder. Hard core man. (image)|
- shoes indoors. I'm sorry peeps, I have blogged about this before, but I cannot handle the thought of the festy soles of my shoes, which have seen a public toilet or two, gracing my floor. I also always get horrified at any TV character who curls up on their bed or couch while wearing their shoes. I just can. not. deal.
- port-a-loos. P23 has documented her own hate. Dare I say mine is worse. I suffered through the 1994 Big Day Out without one trip to the bathroom the entire day, due to the only available loo being a port-a-loo. In related news I can hold on forever, FOREVER, when I need to go to the bathroom. Perhaps that insight is for another post. Ahem.
- the holy water you're supposed to dip your hand into before you enter a church. I cannot get over the thought of all those people picking their noses & not washing their hands & then dipping their hands in that water. I have always faked using the holy water. Just NO.
- loose hair. You know when somebody has a hair that has already fallen out but is still hanging out on their head? That is nails on a blackboard for me. I run my fingers through my hair a lot checking if there is any loose hair I can get rid of before it falls out on my floor. I am anal about cleaning the bathroom floor of any hair before I leave it. I have a mini vacuum cleaner in there for this very purpose. It is a THING for me & I may have even had a fight with the hubs yesterday about his lackluster efforts in the hair pick up department.