We have two bathrooms in the house: the master bath (Mine), and the guest bath (John's).
Some pipe/hose thingy on the toilet (and can I just say that I preder "toilet" to "commode"; "commode" just sounds...bloated and uncomfortable.) in MY bathroom has a leak, so rather than messing with the valve every time, I have been using JOHN'S toilet in the guest bath.
I hate that toilet.
John insists that it is THE SAME TOILET with THE SAME SEAT, but friends, my butt tells me another story. That toilet just doesn't sit right; my toilet feels like...Home. When I had my foot surgery a while back and had to get around the house in a rolling office chair, I had to use The Other Bathroom since it was much easier to roll to, and I hated it Every. Single. Time. I rejoiced when I was finally able to hobble around well enough to head back to my home turf.
Anyway, this post does not have much of a point (except to say "TOILET!" a lot) except to say that I am very picky and obsessive about some things to the point of veering into Rain Man territory. I assure John that other people are like this too, and he says Yeah, they are called CRAZIES. Help me out here - what are you very particular about? Or am I actually crazy?