4. Stuffed furniture. If Toronto wasn't in the midst of a near bedbug epidemic, I may be more relaxed about this one.
3. Ugly old ashtrays. Even if I smoked, I still wouldn't want to stub out my cigarette on some stinky old ashtray, unless it was seriously cool and vintage.
2. Hats. Maybe it's because I'm a teacher and they're checking for head lice every couple of months, but I've become paranoid of putting anything on my head that may have been a breeding colony for lice. I'm sure most used hats are fine, but I get itchy just thinking about getting lice, so I remain cautious.
1. Underwear. I'm not talking vintage bras here. I'm talking undies. I couldn't ever fathom buying underpants that have been previously enjoyed, unless I knew for a fact they had belonged to Johnny Depp. And even then, I'd need some sort of verification. Let me have a I'm-wearing-Johnny-Depp's-undies moment. There. I'm good.
I was raised not to laugh at other's misfortunes and I do try to stick to that. Still, I can't get enough of the Mexican singer falling off the stage. If he hadn't made such a grand entrance, it wouldn't be so hilarious.