ME AND MY OCD

OK, I admit to a small propensity toward OCD.  I probably wash my hands an average of 50 times a day.  Although alot of that has to do with the fact that I have an incontinent 18 year old lhasa apsa that smells like death.

Anyway, anyone that knows me knows I never go anywhere without my hand sanitizer; I won’t use a public bathroom unless I know that there is hot water and soap to clean up with afterwards and I never, ever, ever share my food unless it’s done before anyone has put their fork to their lips.

Maybe that is a little bit more than “a propensity”.  However, my friends and husband have gotten used to it over the years and have made allowances for this.

That’s why today was so disturbing to me.

I was doing my regular shopping at my regular large supermarket and buying things from the Deli.  As I was standing there, I noticed this perfectly normal looking middle-aged  woman with a big bandage on her hand going toward the olive bins. Then, I saw her stick her hand in, take an olive out, with the olive juice falling around her, and popped it into her mouth.

Well, let me tell you.

I think I saw red because I use olives from that bin in the one meal I know how to make that actually looks like it takes some skill. It’s this Ethiopian recipe that’s easy to make, but looks really impressive when it comes out of the oven.

I noted this to the Deli woman, saying I’m really turned off to those olives now and she agreed that it was pretty disgusting.  She said, ‘well, if you think that’s bad, you should see people that take the soup lables and slurp soup from the “homemade” soup containers.

What to do?  I’ve already gotten a major fear from buffets, chip dip when I’m not the first to use it (you know the double-dippers) and now olives and soup.

So, is it just me or do you have a problem with this also?  Am I really OCD or just hygienic?  Will this make me never be able to even look at an olive again?

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