People (mainly groups) who dominate the pavement, must be destroyed. Quite often, I just walk fast, and barge through them. There's no need to walk at 1 pace a min, along a long, wide pavement.
I walk very fast, and the "running up behind someone" thing worries me.
I bite the skin inside my mouth. Try doing this walking down the street, you get the oddest looks.
As soon as hot food hits my tongue, my nose runs. You have no idea how inconvenient, and utterly repulsive this is, at some sort of "posh" meal.
People who climb stairs like a gazelle, welcome me as your brother. I don't walk, run or vault though. I will run, take my hands, put them on a step at about head height, and "vault" up, where the process carries on. Imagine a Gorrilla running
When listening to my MD Player, my breath goes funny at different moments at certain songs. Now walk down the street, sounding like you're having an ahstma attack.
And that word, I hate it! Asthmah or whatever the hell it is. Every single job application form, I always spell it wrong. I'm sure that's a major factor in my unemployment.
Coughing when cleaning ears... yep.
I always have a wad in my pocket. Mobile phone, bus pass, inhaller and hankerchief in the left, money and keys in the right. On no day should the two cross.
I enjoy the feeling when you "almost" fall down the stairs, but don't quite leave the floor.
On a similar note, I once tried to run down the stairs like a dog, wondering how they do it. I fell, it hurt. To this day, I still don't see how it can be done.
I act out conversations, and "own" in them. Come to the real situation, I'm as fluent as a Frenchman with a lisp.
People who watch the shopping channels. Not so much QVC and the like, but the channels with ONE advert on a 24/7 loop. Like my Mum, who can sit and watch the timelife music ad for hours on end. HOW?
