Everyone has their thing. My grandmother (Zela's) was, for some reason, ear wax.
She was - no doubt about it, one of the sweetest women I ever knew. Seriously!
But she had this weird ear wax fixation. About once a month or so she would grab my little head, shove a q-tip in my ear about a foot deep, drag it out and complain about how gross my ears were.
Then she would show the wax to me and say, "See!".
Well, yes, now that you show me, I see it. But it isn't something a 7 year old sees otherwise.
Random week-end memory