Things I'm anal about

So, the thing about having more than one person in your life (in the lover sense) is that they can gang up on you, even when they're kilometres apart. I have now learned that I can't prefix any gripe with "I'm not that anal, but..." because it tends to make people crack up in gales of laughter, more or less politely depending on how long they've known me.

Maybe it'd be better to say I'm not anal about tidyness.

Anyways, to get it out of my system (and, I'd quite like to see other people's lists, if you feel so motivated):

• Table manners, in particular chewing with mouth open. Ick.
• People smoking or chewing gum and then discarding the results in a gross fashion (ie. in anything other than the rubbish bin)
• Bad driving, whether aggressive or dithery.
  
• "Its" vs "it's" and apostrophes in general (although, yunno, we all slip up occasionally).
• People not picking up their rubbish (like food courts in shopping malls. How hard is it to walk 3 metres to a bin?)
• Cracking the spines of my paperbacks, unless of course it's a crappy mass market edition, or it's so big you can't help it (in which case I would have cracked it first).
• Leaving crap in my car. I don't like my car to be a roving rubbish tip.
• Half-eaten food being left around.
• Moving my stuff without asking first.
• Taking food off my plate when you're not my lover/good friend, at least without asking first (and if someone looks interested, I'll offer a taste anyway).
• Bad/rude service.
• Waiters who remove your plate without waiting for you to finish your meal. (Specific pet hate).
  
• Reasonably clean kitchens and BATHROOMS.
  
• Protracted PDAs in places like bank queues, or anywhere on the street, really.
• Noisyness in inappropriate settings, like concerts, movies, art galleries and so on.
• ... (I'm sure there are more, but I can't call them to mind right now)

Gosh, I'm obsessed about food stuff. No wonder, it doesn't take much to nauseate me. Everything else, well, who knows.