The building I work in has a cleaning crew, and the lady that is usually around must have OCD, she does all kinds of weird things. One of my cow-orkers had loose change she would always roll up for him. One Saturday I had to come in and work and she told me not to walk on the carpets in the hallway, they just vacuumed-striped them, like people do with lawns when they mow them. You know, so the grain goes one way and then another and it has a nice stripe pattern. Another of my cow-orkers saw her in the parking lot on her hands and knees removing dirt from a crack in the asphalt.
Anyway, during a meeting, we saw her out in the parking lot, in the rain, picking up pine cones. One of my cow-orkers asked what she was doing with them, and I postulated she’s probably alphabetizing them. My cow-orker said I was a meanie for that wise crack.