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Oh Jesus Fuck...
Well, as I explain in my OCD thread... I have a lot. I won't get into all of them.
I have about four bars I am a regular at. I have my seat in all of them. It's not that I have to sit in the same side of the bar or in a certain section. I have a stool that is mine. At the end of the bar. The last one next to the server's station. And if someone is in that seat, I will ask them to move... or a staff member will.
I can't cook barefoot. Not even just socks. And I can't cook in my PJs. I have to be wearing actual clothes and shoes.
Everything has to be done in even numbers. Don't question me. Just do it. When I was waiting tables I couldn't wait on odd numbered groups. My managers hated me. If an odd number of people order water, everyone gets water. And for the love of God, don't order an odd number of toppings on your pizza. I'm gonna add extra cheese.
I have to have something in all of my pants pockets. I carry two wallets, one in each back pocket. Keys in my left pocket. Cell phone in my right. And a small lighter in the little pocket on the right side.
I'll admit more later... Gotta run.
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