When my husband gets behind the wheel of any car other than his own, his first move, before adjusting the seat or mirrors, is to turn up the bass on the car stereo.He doesn’t listen to the music first; he just knows that wherever the bass level is set, it will not be high enough. I get it. He’s a drummer.
It’s one of his quirks.In my friend Karen’s family, they refer to each others’ (often annoying) quirks as “features“. I asked Mr. Rosenberg about my quirks. I thought he might name a few endearing little habits. Instead, I heard a list of my “features”…
1. I have a violent attachment to “my” chair at the kitchen table. Mr. R says that I am protective of my chair in a Big-Bang-Theory-Sheldon-y way. It’s a feature.
2. When we had carpets with fringe on the ends, I combed out the fringe three times a day to “untangle” it. Doesn’t everyone do this? No, apparently it’s another feature.
3. My sock drawer is organised so that the little faces on my adorable animal print socks are all adorably looking up. It’s a sock cuteness zoo. Fine. Feature.