You know when you absent-mindedly draw shapes with your fingers repeatedly as a fidget? No one? Well, since I was little, the shape has been the profile of a Hershey Kiss.
There’s a particular bridge in town which goes under the railroad. The bridge goes over a fairly busy street and ever since I first got my driver’s license I’ve been compelled to honk when driving underneath. I think an old friend used to do this while I drove with her. I don’t know why I still do this nearly 20 years later…but I do.
Also, I need to pick my feet up whenever I drive OVER railroad tracks. Not when going under, however (see above).
I’m often compelled to honk when going through tunnels. My dad used to do it all the time when I was a kid, and I just sort of picked it up. However, I don’t do it when there are other cars near me in the tunnel–I don’t want to startle anybody. And since the nearest tunnel I drive through is over a hundred miles away, I don’t get the chance to do it very often these days. 
I think the idea behind honking under this bridge was that there were ALWAYS other cars/pedestrians underneath. We were young and (purposefully) annoying. Still so, apparently.
I flip frying bacon with my bare fingers. The secret is to do it reeeeeeal fast.
I do it that way sometiems. Other times I do the one color at a time approach. But lately I’ve started doing it differently. I lay down a piece of clean paper and empty the little bag of M&Ms on it. Then, without moving any of the pieces, I selectively eat individual pieces in a way that results in separated clusters of individual colors. It’s a nice little game.
Now I’m off to get some M&Ms.
If I am the passenger in a car, the windows have to be all the way up or all the way down.
If I am driving, it doesn’t matter.
No, because he prefers to walk on his hands.
Hard ice cream, sugar cone. Nibbled down to be finished as a perfect and complete tiny ice cream cone.
I often like to eat chocolate slightly melted. When eating Mini Eggs (candy eggs consisting of chocolate in a candy shell,) I’ll keep them in my hand for a while before eating them so that they get slightly melted.
I do that with M&Ms, and when they’re liquid inside I smoosh them with my fingertips before eating them.
" We know. "
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I do this too as part of a game while walking the dog. If I can get to ten segments, once per segment, without any cars passing me, I win the first round. Then we enter the bonus round, where the points double every “win”. Then Final Jeopardy, where they are multiplied by ten on every win. I get up into the decillions on quiet afternoons. I can spend the points on whatever I want - winning the world judo championship, scholarships to Hogwart’s, the Nobel Prize in physics for my discovery of practical, table-top fusion, things like that - but they cannot be banked. I start fresh every walk.
The dog likes it because I walk fast, both for momentum to carry me to the next segment without a second step and to be sure no cars pass me.
Regards,
Shodan
I count things. Have to count different types of people on my 18 block walk to the train. Tonight was blond girls, tomorrow could Be red cars, guys in shirts, whatever it may be.
I also won’t leave my car until the song on the radio is over.
Whenever Mr Boods has to feed a ticket into a car park gate, he usually shoves it in with some iimpatience, saying affably, ‘Choke on that, you bitch.’
Sorry for the double post, but I always exclaim, ‘The sacred point!’ whenever I stay at a guest house or B & B where the bog roll’s been folded into the little triangle.