Bloody Cotton Buds

It was during the Tuesday rush with Isabelle and Emilio that it first happened. At first I was cross for a split second and then I laughed. I stared at the floor looking at what had happened and just laughed. One swift manoeuvre and they were everywhere. Like the moment that happens in offices occasionally when you move the hole punch and the bottom isn’t quite secured and the pre-punched hole pieces scatter like confetti at a wedding in a hurricane. That’s what this felt like. The cotton buds literally went everywhere.

When one drops food or other items on the floor, we know the protocol. Pick it up then 1 - put it back how it was or 2 - throw it away.

What does one do when 200 cotton buds hit the deck? Sensible head tells me that these don’t need to be thrown away but, having tried a number of times to replace even the bottom layer and having been so unsuccessful, there is no way I have the patience to put these back…and they will only go back if they are replaced one by one.

This is when my OCD and tidiness issues come into play… there is no reason at all why these should be thrown away but as a man who likes shirts to be in colour order starting with white on the left of his wardrobe (garment facing inwards) and suits and other items starting dark on the right (also facing inwards) until shirts and suits and other items meet, THESE CANNOT STAY LIKE THIS.

I am not the only person who would throw these away over replacing them one by one. Am I?





edit: This post should have been entered for 30th but iPhone app does weird things. Entry on 30th should be for today.