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OCD guy

April 4, 2011

Just today I was able to observe a person with OCD at work…

I was about to finish eating my lunch, at some-restaurant that serves Maranao delicacies in Baclaran, when I got distracted by the waitress who keeps on looking at my side.

She was actually waiting for my reaction over a customer who keeps on arranging the plates, things on his table, like his glass, the pitcher, and his utensils. He was perspiring… well, who wouldn’t– perspire– with all the dancing around?

And I thought with a brow raised, is he joking around? Is he doing this for attention. I don’t think so… still waiting for him to stop or at least catch his eyes asking for recognition of what he’s doing- to no avail.

I gave my husband a nudge and pout my lips towards the guy, and my husband said that he noticed it earlier. Realizing taht I must be really busy with my spicy-hot curry beef- that I did not notice him dancing around his table.

He was normal in size, normal looking. He even got a muscle. Well you can just imagine his day will be… can’t control himself and be still.

  People are ROFL over the guy, but one brow raised again… so happy to see the guy so miserable, that he got a glitch on his system. I observed him again, and he moves with his trunk this time, drank the water again, rolls the glass, from his arm, pours the water again, and then the pitcher. wow. almost like a dance. he was really into it. not noticing people staring at him. or even me that looks at him intergalactically stupid, like waiting for him to stop.

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