Last night I ran downstairs to grab something just before dinner. I stepped in a puddle at the bottom of the stairs.
Our hot water tank blew out.
In preparation for the new tank, I went about tidying our messy laundry/utility room.
I hate letting people into my laundry room. It is dark, dank, dismal, dreary, destitute, drippy and dungeon-esque.
Here is a list of other things that make me uncomfortable:
- Dentist check-ups
- Vehicle maintenance and repairs
- Tax season
- Meeting with bankers
- Crossing the border
- Security checks at the airport
They all make me feel scrutinized unnecessarily; like someone is judging me based on my flossing technique or how often I change the oil in my truck.
I imagine that these things make me feel very similar as a good person does while talking to the police. Traffic stops used to be on the list before I became a cop and saw them from the other side. My brother has voiced many times that cops give him the heebie-jeebies. I can totally understand that.