Well, writing about cleanliness reminded me of a funny thing that happened while I was in the States a few weeks back.
Wanting to enjoy the nice So Cal weather, I went with some good friends, a married couple to a park near their house. The park had hiking trails, some small mountains, and a babbling creek. It was a perfect day- no clouds, low humidity, and fresh cool air.
The wife showed me her favorite side of the park and we walked around there a bit. But the husband ensured me that his favorite side of the park was better.
So, we ventured that way to "his" side and he started walking across the mossy rocks that were nestled in the stream.
So, you can see where this is going, right?
Of course, he slipped and fell in to the water. And not just up to his shins. He fell entirely in up to his neck, and even splattered his glasses a little.
Okay, but that's not the funny part.
He's OCD about cleanliness, so he was upset by the moss, the microbes, and other possible contaminants on his clothes and infecting his body.
But there's more- we'd ridden over to the park in their brand-new beautiful BMW. So, driving back to their house, he refused to sit in the car with us and contaminate it with the dirty creek water which had soaked into his clothes.
Instead, he climbed into the trunk and we drove home that way.