B, BA, BOM Day Ten

Today, as the north wind continues to remind me why I didn't like living in Florida during Hurricane season, I am grateful for learning some good habits from an anal friend.

For example, I have a friend who will not leave the check out stand until they have placed all their change neatly in their wallet. Used to drive me nuts, the waiting and thinking I was holding up the line. "I will always know where it is, even if I am not thinking straight" was the reply I received when I would protest the delay.

They do the same thing with their car keys, house keys, everything must be done in a certain order. Me, I just toss and then, YES, spend time looking for the items.

About a year ago, I started with my gas debit card. I conduct my business and while the car is being fueled, I immediately return the card to its spot in my wallet. Several times in this past year, I would go looking for it and low and behold, it was in my wallet in its own special place.

So, why am I grateful for this "anal" habit. Because this morning, with my eyes barely open and near complete comatosidness (due to these silly north winds), I was without effort able to locate the gas debit card. Miracle.

Maybe I should try this method with my keys. NAH.