Yes, I have a few quirks.
The dictionary defines a quirk as:
"A peculiarity of behavior or an idiosyncrasy."
And, according to Harriet Beecher Stowe:
"Every man had his own quirks and twists".
Call 'em pet peeves, if you'd like.
Right off the bat - I tell 'ya - there's nothing less appealing than a "warm" Kiwi.
Yup, I prefer 'em chilled.
And, condoms that are too small - ironically - tend to be a big frustration.
So, I slip on "Long Love" sported by Becks!
If I have to slip a matchbox under the leg of one more wobbly table at a local Cafe, I'll scream!
Last - but not least - I can't stand pregnant pauses.
They signal I've put my foot in my mouth once again!
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