Staring. It was back when many people had never used a cellphone, shortly after the transition from huge bag phones to handheld cells. 
I do this too. Also in elevators, to get the door to open.
Sometimes when I’m waiting at a light, I’ll point my finger at it and make a Mork-style “laser” noise to get it to change. Sometimes it even works.
I agree with “once a dish is in the sink, that is DIRTY”.
My own:
I will re-use glasses for other beverages during the day, unless they have had milk in them, then they must be washed.
When I am eating pie, if I can get away with it, I like to eat the filling seperate from the crust. The crust is actually my favourite part. I am the same with pizza pops (but I rarely eat those anymore).
No one is allowed to use my pillow. If someone does (yes, even my hubby) then I need to change the pillowcase. The only exception is my daughter is allowed to use it when I am out of town.
I love these forums. You people make me feel almost normal.
Now and then, in the hot summer, I get a Wendy’s medium Frosty. It’s best if they’ve included a napkin (otherwise I just use one from home) which I fold in half length-wise, wrap it around the cup and put a small piece of tape to hold it in place.
I MUST have the Frosty spoon - using another spoon just isn’t right. For a while my local Wendy’s was USING THE WRONG CUP - the ice cream cup as opposed to the regular medium. I could barely eat it. But I managed.
I’ve always said, “You be good; I’ll be back.” But in the last decade or so, it’s become, “You be good; I’ll be bad.” They don’t seem to notice.
I eat cottage cheese with cheez-its.
I just mentioned this peculiarity to my therapist last night: If I don’t get home from work at the same time every day, I feel like I’m late. There is no reason to feel this way, I don’t have kids or pets that need attention, my husband isn’t wierd about it, I just feel like I’m late for something.
How could I possibly take that the wrong way? 
No, but I try to keep the weirdness to a minimum when in others’ company. My eating tends to be in private because I have a lot to be guilty about.
I was reminded recently of something I had totally forgotten – waiting till after 5:00 or after 11:00 to get increasingly cheaper rates on long distance. /aside
But do you dip your fries in your Frosty before eating them??
The only way to do it…or McD french fries in the tartar sauce or honey. YUM.
One other peculiarity from me: I like to eat my food on separate dishes. I’ll eat meat on one plate (a side is okay near the meat) and veggies in a bowl. I don’t like all on one plate.
We would totally clash, since I will only enter an odd number of seconds on the microwave to heat my food.
My father always used to say “open sesame”. I didn’t understand the reference for a very long time, but I started using it myself (years before I ever read Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.
When I turn on lights (even with a switch), I often say “let there be light”. It’s nice to be God.
This is my mom, precisely.
I’ll grant a pass on this since the world is not perfect, but the reality is that fries should only be dipped in a vanilla milk shake. No flavorings, no “non-dairy” desserts. Vanilla shake.
I always leave a building or house by the same door I entered. Using different doors was seriously bad ju-ju according to my grandmother and it stuck. It’s one of those automatic things I just do.
I cannot stand eating with little wooden paddles, like the ones people sometimes get with ice cream. If I see someone else using one, I have to stop what I am doing and leave. It grosses me out.
I eat everything separately, least-liked to best-liked. And take sandwiches apart.
I eat very, very slowly, savoring each bite and putting my utensil down between bites. Drives my sweetie nuts. He’s finished everything and I’m about a 1/3 done.
For most foods, I am of the keep-them-separate camp. Veggies go in a bowl on the main plate so that any juice won’t contaminate the other food.
Our Thanksgiving wasn’t complete without dried corn, but its juice goes everywhere! I don’t know why I never thought to use a separate bowl. :smack:
According to MY grandmother–NO MIRRORS on doors (captures your soul?). :rolleyes:
It’s for safety. If you’re not looking where you’re going, you can’t see that the door is closed if there’s a mirror there.
I like this, but I do the opposite, eating my least favorite first and working my way up to my favorite, finishing entirely before moving on.
My real oddity lies with housework. I absolutely cannot clean house if someone else is home. I can do dishes or laundry, and little cleanups, but any significant cleaning has to be done in solitude.