I be the one facing the ocean....

I am the least creatures of habit of anyone that I know. I have no favorite chair or usual place to sit. I have no favorite side of the bed, and am just as likely to sleep on a sofa or the floor as bother going to bed at all. I get up at a different time each day, and go to bed at a different time. I eat when I’m hungry, whenever that might happen to be. Rooty eats when he sticks his head around the corner of my desk and gives me his “feed me or sell me look.”

Unlike most men, I don’t shave in exactly the same way everyday. Sometimes I start on the left, sometimes I start on the right. Most days I use a blade, but some days I use the electric. When I use a blade, sometimes it‘s a Gillette, sometimes it’s a Schick.

We do go to McDonald’s everyday, but sometimes to the one on the east side of town, and sometimes to the one on the west side of town. We go primarily because Rooty likes to go, although there are fewer employees all the time that know that he’s the Rooty, so we don’t go as often.

I have no favorite plate or glass, pot or pan,

There is no section of the newspaper that I always read first. There is no particular order to the buttons on my car radio, and there is no station that I listen to all the time. I have no favorite brands of toothpaste, bath soap, deodorant, or clothing. I have no idea what brands my shoes are and I simply don’t care.

I have never bought the same brand of automobile twice and when I go someplace (even to town to run errands) I always come back a different way.

I would be a really bad person to have work on an assembly line.