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I'm not one to begrudge a person their quirky idiosyncrasies or outright anxieties. I have a serious dirty foot hangup that defies logic. Can't walk barefoot even in my own home, and probably wouldn't sleep a WINK if I tried to snuggle up under the covers for the night with dirty feet. But I'm not inflicting that on anyone else.
Here at KFI we have lovely loos, that for the most part show-off what a classy joint we all work in. Granite countertops. Pretty floors. Always sparkling clean. EXCEPT for the wad of balled up hand towels I find on the floor nearly every day. At first I assumed it was the work of someone exceedingly bad at trashcan basketball. That person who must be exceedingly lazy too. Then I realized it was the work of someone unwilling to touch the door handle on her way out. I get it. I really do... but can you just carry the offending paper product to the nearest trashcan? Preferably at your own desk? I have such bad mommy clean-up issues, I'm forced to pluck a FRESH towel from the dispenser, to pick up your DIRTY towels, and deposit them all in the restroom wastecan.
Basically, your weird hang ups are triggering mine. A revelation I've only just now had in writing this rant...