Someone asked me yesterday whether I have any pet peeves. Totally cracked me up. Let's just say I have a few. None of which have anything to do with me. I'm sure you knew that though.
Case in point, exhibit A. This is Big Dog's bathroom drawer with one, no two, wait a minute I see three, four, five, SIX tubes of partially used toothpaste.
All I want to know is why. I haven't been able to figure this out in more than 20 years. And it's only the half-used, travel-size tubes he hoards. Eventually, I will toss them out and he'll start over from scratch.
As annoying habits go, it's not bad. But it's always the ones that seem to be easy to solve that cause you to bang your head on the wall.