My dear wife Jody used to describe my spasms of strangeness as “idiot-syncrasies”.  Perhaps she was right.  Perhaps she still is.

Exhibit A:

See the folded hand towel on the left.  I have a ritual as I wait for the shower water to heat up.  The day before, I’ve made sure that the tag faces me … so it’s on the lower half of the towel.  This is important.

I hold the low edge with my right hand and gently pull.  Too little force and the towel stays where it is, just a little down on the rack.  Too much force and the little one immediately falls.

Ahh … but there’s the mystical middle ground!  My pull has lowered the right side of the bottom edge a little.  Slowly, almost imperceptably, the line of the edge moves to horizontal.  So slightly lower, moment by moment …

And as the water continues to bathe the cubicle, the towel … gives way, falling into my waiting hand. 

Yes!

After the initial pulling, the process of descent could take twenty seconds.  I patiently wait, yearning for the moment of ecstasy.

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That’s enough for today.  There is no Exhibit B

And maybe Jody was on to something