About six weeks ago, I attended a Sunday night Bible study organized by a local church. Before delving into our topic of discussion, it was customary for each person to introduce himself and then reply to some fun question that the leader has asked—your favorite movie, your dream job, things of that nature. Well, that night, after introducing ourselves, we were asked share our biggest pet peeve, the one thing that people sometimes do that drives us crazy.
Most responses were typical—so mundane that I don’t remember any of them. Mine, however, was very specific. It’s kind of long, too, so you have to follow.
I hate it when I come home after doing something really active, like playing Frisbee or softball, get ready to eat some takeout that I picked up from somewhere, take off my shoes and socks, and then realize that there’s a whole bunch of junk between my toes. I know that I won’t be able to enjoy my food with stuff between my toes, but that I’ll have to wash my hands before eating if I stick my fingers between them to clean all that stuff out.
I’m serious.
Most responses were typical—so mundane that I don’t remember any of them. Mine, however, was very specific. It’s kind of long, too, so you have to follow.
I hate it when I come home after doing something really active, like playing Frisbee or softball, get ready to eat some takeout that I picked up from somewhere, take off my shoes and socks, and then realize that there’s a whole bunch of junk between my toes. I know that I won’t be able to enjoy my food with stuff between my toes, but that I’ll have to wash my hands before eating if I stick my fingers between them to clean all that stuff out.
I’m serious.
Please don’t treat me any differently.
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