Some people have to crack their knuckles. Others need to rotate their glass before they drink. My close friend always counts stairs. David Sedaris licked mailboxes.
My tic? I step over imaginary lines.
No, not the sidewalk cracks that so many people avoid (seriously, only a lunatic would do that). What I’m talking about are the diagonal lines created by the square patch in which the tree lives (see illustration below):
What? You think you’re better than me and don’t do anything like this? Go on, keep avoiding cracks so you don’t break your mama’s back, tic-boy.