People are Strange

People are strange.  They are some really whacked out folks walking amongst us.  Fortunately, I’m rational and completely sane.  That is, unless there is a problem with an even number of cookies. Three or five won't do, I'll always leave the odd one behind. Two, four, or maybe six or even eight would be perfectly fine.

Shoes and socks, not in that order; right shoe, left shoe...always. When I take them off left shoe, right shoe...always.

Back when I smoked I had a cigarette habit, well, aside from the habit of cigarettes.  The first one out of the box got turned around and replaced in the box, filter side down.  The "wish cigarette" was supposed to bring good luck. Not that I'm superstitious or anything. Touch wood. Cigarettes got tamped, once, twice, three times. No more no less.

M&M's you must first separate them by color. To insure that all are equal one must begin with the most popular color. Consuming the candies one at a time and in descending order until all is balanced in the M&M universe. You can then eat the color of your choice.

Nachos, one must be a good Communist when eating nachos. The people (chips) must all receive an equal amount of good stuff (nacho fixings)

Bread goes into the toaster one-way, right side, or the top of the loaf up. Peanut butter goes on both slices of toast, slathered on from the center outward. Then, you have to insure that the onion slices are distributed evenly so that each bite of sandwich has the proper amount of toast, PB and onion.  Oh, and any excess peanut butter does not go back into the jar, but instead gets licked off of the knife as a prelude to the sandwich...

Peanut butter and any of the following are good together; applesauce, honey, crisply fried bacon, bananas, maple syrup, mayonnaise and even Molasses.

Fortunately, I am rational and completely sane.  There is no OCD behavior here, and does anyone know if there is a hyphen in anal-retentive?