Neuroses on parade
In the breakroom down the hall, the styrofoam cups come in 3-foot high stacks, which are too tall to be stable, so people break up the stacks into more manageable ones. And for some reason I could never explain, it bothers me when the closest stack is almost gone, while the back stacks have plenty of cups left. So every time I get a cup for some ice water or tea, I take two cups off the tallest stack: one for me, and one that I put on the shortest stack, to build it up and put off its inevitable early demise.
and this, roberto, is one of the myriad reasons I adore you.
styro - October 26th, 2006 at 4:46 pmThings unfairly stacked against you? Call Rob, the equalizer.
If only you had put a packet of Equal in the photo…
Steve - October 27th, 2006 at 12:07 pm