My OCD has surfaced

We joke a lot in my family about the OCD, "anal" traits some of us have. I have one sister, for instance, who has certain knives to cut certain things, or a sponge just for wiping the counter. My father has a garage floor you could eat off of, it's so clean, and he washes and separates all his recycling. For years, I have labored under the delusion that I, and I alone, was the one who escaped this weirdness. That I am the "normal", laid back one. My belief was destroyed this week. By an odor.

You see, I have an inordinately strong sense of smell and because of this, bad smells or smells that are out of place make me a little crazy. Two days ago, I walked into my office to a smell...a musty, fetid smell, not quite bad, but NOT an office-y smell. I became a woman possessed. I emptied my trash, my boss' trash...and then the trash in the bathroom down the hall. No help. I then took the bag I had emptied into, and carried it to the dumpster outside (which incidentally REEKS TO HIGH HEAVEN, but that smell is not "out of place" for a dumpster, so it does not bother me).  The smell persisted. I narrowed its location to my trashcan, where I found a piece of an ancient peach pit stuck to the bottom. A-HAH!! The culprit! I disposed of it.

The smell would not go away. Lacking any other cleaner, I took my trashcan to the bathroom where I squirted anti-bacterial hand sanitizer all over the inside, let it sit for a minute, then wiped it out with paper towels. I then drove to the Dollar General to buy air freshener.  It was only there, while standing in the aisle, spraying sample after sample of different air fresheners, neutralizers, and sanitizers, that I realized I was perhaps, just a little bit, OCD about this issue.

I guess you can't always escape crazy.