I am not a germaphobe. In fact, I may lean a little too far to the other side of that argument. I take heart in internet opinions that I am helping my little one's immune system develop by not worrying as much about germs. But working in cooperate America, I'm definitely in the minority where germies are concerned.
I generally take pride in not being as "sanitary." I scoff at the endless bottles of Purell that line our supply closet shelves. I smirk as women scramble for the toilet seat liners in the restroom. I get frustrated when I see women flush the toilet with their foot (and why do they open the stall door to do this?!?). And I get annoyed waiting behind the woman who has to get enough paper towels to dry her hands, turn off the faucet with another towel, open the restroom door with another towel, and then turn to toss her paper towel in the trash can, which is not located by the door. And then she misses and does not pick it up, so the poor custodian has to pick it up. The custodian who likely never gets sick because she deals with so many germs.
When I'm feeling particularly high and mighty and want to bring myself down a peg, I imagine that the women in question have some horrible disease that they are trying to keep from spreading to those around them. After all, I would not dare to scoff at their consideration! Of course, I'm not sure if imagining strangers having horrible diseases is much better. Unless I pray for them too, which I sometimes do. Can you picture Jesus up in Heaven rolling his eyes at me? It probably happens.
If this much goes through my head, I don't want to imagine what these germaphobe (in my opinion) women must think of me as I wash my hands, turn off the faucet, and then get a paper towel to dry my hands. And then I throw it away! Before opening the door! With my BARE hands!! Moral of the story, maybe I'm not that OCD after all.
You get bonus points if you can tell me where the quote "No Touchy!" is from. I can't remember and it's driving me crazy!