I have a compulsion… At every restaurant I go to, I inspect their fork. Specifically, I check to see if the tines are aligned. If they aren’t, the first thing I do is start bending them so that they are aligned. I do it subconsciously if I’m by myself. But in polite company, often I cover my compulsion by making some sort of joke about being a food blogger or similar.
I have a compulsion… At every restaurant I go to, I inspect their fork. Specifically, I check to see if the tines are aligned. If they aren’t, the first thing I do is start bending them so that they are aligned. I do it subconsciously if I’m by myself. But in polite company, often I cover my compulsion by making some sort of joke about being a food blogger or similar.