Nah - not anal, but this is why I don’t buy bottled pop - I buy cans. (On the off chance I buy it - for a party or something)
Kinda anal, but I can’t eat peanut better, so maybe this is sacralige among you peanut muchers.
Anal. People shouldn’t have to load yer TP holder- be thankful it was done at all.
Anal. People shouldn’t have to load yer butter holder. Be thankful it was on the wrapper, as opposed to just strewn in the fridge.
I’ve had way worse houseguests than this. I wondered if I was anal when, at 12noon on a Sunday, when I was trying to go about my day, my roommate’s uninvited house guest was lollygaging around in the middle of my living room, in his underwear, smelling like a big fat hangover. Blech. A few toast crumbs are nuthin!
I’d be bothered about the soda thing, because you can’t unflatten soda, but everything else you mentioned can be fixed. But I’m a certifiable slob anyway.
Yes, yes you do. Mine’s been empty for several days now. Will you please get on it?
And snermy, I’m in complete agreement on the condiment issue. If one insists on collecting little packets of condiments from fast food joint, fer crying out loud keep them all in one place! When I think of the hours of my life I’ve wasted searching for the second and third packet of ketchup… Not to mention the stress it causes and the subsequent effect on my health. Scattered condiments, I’m sure everyone will agree, may just be the number one problem facing our society.
[sub]hyperbole? No I can’t say that I’m familiar with that term.[/sub]
Flat coke. I agree with you on this…NOBODY has the right to flatten someone elses coke. However, if they flatten you sun drop (assuming they sell it where you live) its justifiable homicide.
Butter…as long as its in the fridge, its ok.
A spoon is the correct tool for opening peanut butter. At least they didnt leave gobs of jelly in it.
The only correct place for toilet paper is sitting on its end on the comode tank. Toilet paper holders…<shudder>…some people go so far as to make wiping their ass complicated.
I have a friend whose family is always losing the caps to their soda bottles!! Whenever I go over there the Coke is always flat! The bottle either has no cap or a piece of foil wrapped around the bottle opening! ARGH!! And the Doritos are always stale too! I hate that place!
I consider myself anal and damn proud of it. We, the anal, must ban together to fight all of the disorder in this world. Chaos will reign if we fail in our mission…but of course, being anal, failure is not an option!
Enough with the <shudder> now. Just relax and bask in your analness.
What happens when you clench your buttocks really hard? Are you sweating, gritting your teeth, and noticing someone left a sausage on your carpet? Or are you giggling for clenching on the whim of some stranger?
Actually, I thought the opposite of “anal retentive” was “anal expressive” and not necessarily a bad thing. Sort of the type of thing you would expect from the artist/flamboyant type. Artistically messy, etc. One of the things that bugs me is that the phrase “anal retentive” was shortened to just “anal” and thus ignoring the other side of the coin.
Yes, you are anal, but so what? I also see that you had my sister stay over. She is a little piggie, isn’t she?
The coke bottles and butter are just plain rudeness.
The peanut butter and toilet paper are true signs of your analness. Even I am not so weird as to think that these matter. Unless the guest is returning.
Ok, some of it I can buy because it just means that your guest isn’t very considerate about the after effects of his/her actions. Kinda like the bacteria cultures created when drinking milk out of the carton or bottle.
Question: can you identify things that you insist on having done for no reason other than that’s the way you want them done? If you have a bunch of these then we might have to judge you as being anal.
There’s the one who uses MY bathroom instead of the OTHER bathroom when he needs to go. I hate other people using my bathroom - my stuff is scattered everywhere, and it’s just not for public use! The other one is perfectly good, it’s just (heaven forbid) a few extra steps away. When I say a few, I mean 6 (I just counted). He doesn’t ask, he just goes in to my bathroom. And when he makes bad smells in their, he ignores the conveniently placed air freshener, and walks out leaving the door wide open. Blagh.
Another consistantly leaves the lid off the teabag jar whenever he makes a cup of tea - and he also leaves both jar and lid in front of the microwave, instead of putting it back on top of the microwave. He butters his toast, and wipes the left-over butter-and-crumb mixture off his knife and back into the margarine container. He will always sit his cup NEXT to the coaster on the hand embroidered tablecloth my grandmother made. Still, I guess you can’t call him a houseguest since he lives here - my Mr Cazzle may be wonderful, but he sure isn’t housetrained.
My pet peeve is leaving plates and so on in the sink. The dishwasher is closer to the table than the sink is! Unless you sprained your wrist, there is no reason why you can’t swing the door open and deposit the plate/glass/fork inside!
TP: I don’t care how it’s rolled.
Butter unwrapped: gross.
Flat Coke: I’d kill.
Jammed a spoon through the foil covering? In what barn does this person normally reside?
I visited some dear old college friends last spring. I left gobbets of matzoh in the margarine tub.
I wiped my mouth with the corner of the tatted and hand-embroidered tablecloth.
I would open a new roll of t.p. but refuse to place it on the roller.
I cleaned my shoes with the hand-towel.
I dropped the toothpaste tube into the cat’s litter box. I just wiped it off and left it in the cabinet where I’d found it.
I hogged the t.v. remote control.
I made a pass at Keith’s wife, Jessica.
All in all, a splendid visit !!!
Okay, let’s just put away the Bad Man now. In truth, I take great pains to make sure my host doesn’t have to DO things for me. I do the dishes, in fact, I insist. I like to help cook. Unless they are A) Flush with money, and B) Insistent about it, I kick in for groceries if I am staying more than overnight. I’m uncomfortable being served and so like to do my fair share around the house. My mother, she done drug me up to NEVER arrive at someone’s door empty-handed. I’ll usually arrive with some of the infamous Banana Bread with Chocolate Chips. ( Flowers whither, and some are allergic and booze is sometimes woefully out of line).
THespos??
I happen to like flat soda, but I feel yer pain.
Gut them like a fish in their sleep, let the dogs pick over their entrails. This is BEYOND awful. Peanut butter, and not fully exposed? Arrrgh.
Kill them with deadly nightshade.
Basic manners. You use up the butter? YOU go and wash the butter tray, then remove a stick from the freezer and place it on the tray. Freaking Visigoths.
Actually it takes hardly any time at all to alphabeticise the spice rack. And puting them back that way is actually just as easy as putting them any old where.
But what Ethelrist said about sorting by type first is really interesting. What a good idea.
And perhaps within each type you could order them according to the continent of their origin, going from West to East across a Mercator Projection of the globe, and then alphabetically?
What do you do with your plastic bags? I’ve got such a good system, involving colours and sizes.
And the medicine cabinet? Whether to alphabeticise by brand name or name of active ingredient - always a tough choice, isn’t it? And how best to classify by expiry date of the prescription? In ascending or descending order?
I’ll discuss this all more, but right now I have to put away my socks in the sock drawer - by colours, left to right, following the spectrum as best I can.
