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Yet another OCD moment of mine…

So I’m waiting for class to start by tuning out the world with my iPod. I have a nice seat on the second floor where I can people-watch to my heart’s content. Not that many people walk by at this time of night, but it’s not completely deserted.

Anyway, as I’m sitting there, I see a few guys off to the side do a manly “chest-bump” hello, a girl talking to herself on the bench next to me as she studies for an o-chem test, and more people than I can count finishing the physics homework due in ten minutes. But out of all these distractions, one guy catches my eye. He is just walking by me. Nothing spectacular, until he turns the corner and I see his backpack flapping open with every step he takes.

I'm hit with the sudden urge to walk straight up to him, tap him on the shoulder and say “Hi Random Stranger. Do you mind if I zip up your backpack for you? It’ll only take a second.” Maybe even less if I forgo the pleasantries, and simply zip up the backpack from behind without saying a word. And I’m sure that would have gone over well (for some reason, most people don’t like it when you go up to them and touch their stuff. A prime example being when random people tuck in the tag of your shirt. I’d rather not have your stranger-danger fingers down the back of my shirt, thanks.)

Let’s get back to the point: unzipped zippers. I don’t know what it is, but I need to have all my zippers fully zipped. Not half-way. Not almost there. No little gap. No. All the way zipped, until the handle hits the little plastic thing at the end. What’s the point of having a zipper if you’re just going to let your bag hang open for the world to see? I’ll tell you one thing, there is an unzipped-zipper epidemic sweeping the nation! And it’s driving me nuts!

So, before you leave for class, just double check your zippers (please), and you’ll avoid the whole awkward situation of having a complete stranger come zip up your things.