Saving the best one for last
Why do we do this? Why do *I* do this?
A Singapore counterpart from work gave me a set of reeeeally nice hand lotions on her last visit to the US. I went through and sniffed them all, picked my favorites, then put them in order, thus allowing myself to use the least faves *first* before using the ones I like.
Why? Why would I do that? Why not use the ones I like best first? Life is short!
Today, my admin was kind enough to bring me a sample plate of desserts from a conference room downstairs. I ate the yucky ones first and the nicest one last. Why didn’t I just eat the good ones and leave the yucky ones? Nope. Ate ’em all.
I’m not proud of it, either.
Suppose this is a hazard of being born to Depression Era parents? The propensity to “save” things for later was strong with them both.
Or is it a hazard of my severe obsessive, overly anal personality?
Or could it be just a facet of human nature? Especially as a woman. “Oh no,” : hand to head : “I’ll take the burned toast….”
Whatever.
I just pulled out the jar of *good* lotion and slathered it on. I smell pretty!
Life is too short to dance with short men. Life is too short to drink cheap beer wine. Life is too important to be taken seriously. And life is too dull to not use the “good soap” in the guest bath.
