Just got thinking about the silly (bordering on neurotic) things I do out of love for my FiST.
i.e. I keep a stack of clean towels in the trunk (to drape over my seats when I leave the gym). I will compulsively park far away or if I can't, I (re-re-re)adjust my parking... I don't care if I'm next to a McLaren, I'm just sure he's gonna ding my door.
Am I alone here?
i.e. I keep a stack of clean towels in the trunk (to drape over my seats when I leave the gym). I will compulsively park far away or if I can't, I (re-re-re)adjust my parking... I don't care if I'm next to a McLaren, I'm just sure he's gonna ding my door.
Am I alone here?
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