Towels on towel bars must be squarely hung with the same length on both sides of the bar.

Well, duh.

Did I say this the last time we were talking about annoying elevator behavior? The people who go to get off when the doors open on 3 to let me on (going down) really confuse me, because it must mean they aren't counting the bells that go off as the car goes past each floor, and who doesn't do that???

What amazes me about a lot of those is the specific detail involved.

Hey I have a question for anyone with experience in such areas: How do you get rid of a wasps' nest? We have one on our back porch. I'm not too worried yet because so far they've been well behaved neighbors, but I don't want them taking up permanent residence.

Towels on towel bars must be squarely hung with the same length on both sides of the bar.

Otherwise Patrick Bergin turns up a beats the snot out of you.

I hate to be the one to break this to you, Sue, but it was following you.

I know, and then it would stop and lurk outside the house for most of the night!

At least it didn't kill me in my sleep.

a lot of people out there don't know the difference between a compulsion and a neurosis

Distinction being that a compulsion interferes with rational behaviour and a neurosis doesn't?

they aren't counting the bells that go off as the car goes past each floor, and who doesn't do that???

• Step into elevator
• Space out
• Step off

See? Simple. Last time I did that and got off at floor #2 I chastised the not-that-close co-workers who didn't say anything to me. One replied that he just wanted to watch me walk away, so I've proactively forgotten who he is.

How do you get rid of a wasps' nest?

My dad always burned 'em during the annual burning of the tent catapillars, but there's probably a safer, less likely to set your house afire technique.

Heh.

It's just one of those things that I never realized was odd to me, until literally this year.

It's a good thing almost no one is here, because a few of these made me laugh out loud.

When I have to ask for directions and the location is fairly obvious, I’m always embarrassed. To avoid the humiliation, I ask in a British accent so my incompetence is socially accepted.

I have reoccurring dreams about my mouth being full of an unending amount of hair clippings. I think that’s why I can’t stand eating shredded carrots.

I’m afraid of pickles and mayonnaise. To a lesser degree, I’m also afraid of lettuce and some kinds of salad.

When I eat Starburst, I can only eat them in the following order: yellow, orange, pink and red. I stop eating once I’ve run out of enough candies to complete the pattern.

sometimes when i ride my bike, i become afraid that i will quantum leap into someone else’s body when they are riding a bike at some point in the future. of course if i did quantum leap into someone’s body while they were riding, i would crash the bike.