NUMBER FOUR – THE OCD WIFE
I cringe every time I go to my buddy’s place. Basically cause I’m scared shitless of touching or moving anything—even slightly.
Case in point: You know how some women like to freshen up before bedtime, to prepare for a possible night of slamming (or at the very least cuddling)? Well, this particular wife doesn’t have time for that, cause she’s too busy “doing the rounds,” (i.e. walking around the house, making sure all of the frames are lined up correctly, the TV remotes are tucked away properly and, get this, that the kitchen faucet is perfectly perpendicular to the sink). And if any of those are out of whack, get ready for some serious screaming.
You might call what she has a serious psychological disease; I call it hell on earth.