When 'Good' OCD Goes Bad -or- the author's embarrassed ramblings

My whole family knew I had OCD before I did. I'd check every fork in the drawer until I found one that was absolutely clean. Even before that, when I was a little kid my parents would get annoyed with me because I'd stop drinking a soda once it started to go flat. Over the years I've gotten to the point where I can tell by watching the soda fountain whether it will be bad or good, syrupy or bitter.

I have a routine when I buy individual bottles at grocery stores. Sometimes the conveyor belts go too fast and knock them over, so I just hold onto them. Well I was at the store today and decided to get myself a coke. All was going as usual until at the very end of the transaction I see that the cashier decided to put my soda in the bag, and it was on its side! I felt like all the blood drained out of my face. After I got my receipt and managed to get it all sorted out, I left with my tail between my legs. I was upset because of what happened and because I was embarrassed.