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The mangled shapelessness of body parts rendered possible by death on small animals in a busy road.

The adjacent, unncessary characters that one types by mistake, only to delete them in haste and annoyance.

The kind of person who edits a misspelt word, on a PC, by deleting the entire word and retyping it afresh...as against editing only the wrong letters.

The fascinating mix of emotions as you stop your car and find yourself first in the queue, in a signal, just as it turns red. The emotions include satisfaction, for stopping and being a law abiding citizen; annoyance, since you were the one that could not get away; and joy...you're first in line!

The helplessness and mild annoyance that one experiences as they hear empty clickety-click after exhausting all pins in a stapler, fully aware that it is a completely predictable eventuality.

The kind of person who doesn't align his shirt button part, belt buckle and zipper in one line.

The impulsive act of ducking, while seated inside a car, as the vehicle moves past an extraordinarily low-hanging branch of a tree.

The obsessive and persistent act of avoiding tile joints and place each step carefully inside each tile, obviously, in any tiled floor.

The utterly pointless and bordering-childish enthusiasm in increasing the time and quantity of a single pee by exerting as much pressure as possible. This is usually a male thingy.

The fine art of appreciating your meal long after it's over...by identifying specific food items in burps.