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Monogamous epileptoid

I am a shy creature. For any reason I'm worried. And in particular, without a reason I got used to be afraid. But in order not to go completely crazy, I surround myself with the usual things. To obsessive-compulsive disorder, of course, does not reach, but still.

For example, I bought a yoga mat one hundred thousand years ago. To all rugs a rug. Very beautiful. In general, a lot can be said about a person on a rug. A beginner has a rug from a sports store. Blue and slippery. Continuing with something more serious. But to calculate authoritative people at some seminar, you can use a cloth that they put on top of the rug. On a cloth, of course, is painted something with a secret meaning. But, of course, these are all candy wrappers of our time. The harsh nineties yogis nurtured on concrete floors.

 

So. In spring, I discovered that my rug looks like a real practice rug. A hole has been rubbed in place of the tadasana. And two more holes show where the legs should be in the dog. Well, the rug on a dirty gray belly has traces of Yogart blueberries. In general, an unsightly sight. In short, now I have two rugs. It is like a ferrari. But this is MY rug.

 

And someone else in this universe came up with MY tea. Many years ago I discovered that I love, ashamed to say, milk oolong. This even admit zapadlo - utter vulgarity. But it is very expensive. Therefore, a caring universe threw an alternative - green tea with a disgusting persistent chemical smell of this very “milk”. I write this so unsightly about him, because, apparently, nobody likes him besides me. I bought it a couple of years in small doses (for a month or two), and then I come to the store, so what? “You know, this tea has such a disgusting chemical taste that no one drinks this rubbish, and therefore we removed this misunderstanding from production”

To say that my world has faltered is to say nothing at all. I called and traveled all the stores in the network around the city and bought up the leftovers, manicly demanding that I even dust from the bottom of the can.

I re-cooked 10 times, savored and drank each cup as the last. Saying goodbye to familiar taste. Three months later, stocks ran out. Life has stopped. I stumbled into the store for a replacement.

- You know, I used to drink milk nut, and then it was discontinued and now I want something similar

- Something removed? We had a surge in sales, so we returned it.

Well, customer-oriented, cho. For three months I cried over every drop, and they took it and returned it! Out of frustration, I immediately bought a wholesale one and a half kilogram pack. All evening she was crying with happiness. Since then, I called the nearest store, ordered to bring my tea, and then they send me SMS.

Well, I come somehow for tea as a gift (of course, for another. Nobody in my right mind will drink my burda). While they are pouring me, they ask quite an ordinary question:

- What do you usually use?

- Milk nut. You know, I take it in bulk packs from you ...

- Ah .. It's you ...

Here, of course, I wanted to fall somewhere underground. I can imagine that they are talking about each other about me: “Today is the eighth. Again, this crazy woman will call, order a milk nut. Just three months have passed. How can she drink this plastic singed !? ”

- Hmm ... It's me.

 

With tea, it’s simple, but your favorite perfumes were discontinued and never returned.

 

I think I'm just monogamous. I climbed into my bag now, pulled out two identical lipsticks ...

Or maybe obsessive-compulsive disorder. With an epileptoid accentuation, of course