Another Story from the OCD Files

I may have mentioned once or twice (or 652 billion times) that my sister has organizational issues.  ISSUES.  She reads organizing blogs for fun.  Not that she really needs to as order is her best friend and constant companion.

Anyway, because she is such a wonderful person I do try to restrain from airing all of her perfectly clean, folded and colour coded laundry (with socks matched according to wear on the bottom) out on the internet.

However, this latest story is much too good to let go by.  

When they moved into their new house she and her hubby (who is also slightly obsessed with perfection) needed to buy new appliances.  On the advice of our sister-in-law and myself they decided to buy a smooth-top stove.  We assured them they were much easier to clean and looked so good, they would never turn back.  

We did not factor the OCD into this advice.

For the past three weeks my sister has lived a nightmare.  She is obsessed about harming her stove.  She cleans it with the cleanser several times a day, keeps it covered with a dishcloth when not using it and has a minor coronary every time a pot slides around on it.  

I had never heard someone curse out a major appliance before.  Have now. 

It got to the point that family members were getting concerned.  It takes a lot to get us concerned.    She stores her kid's plastic glasses in the cupboard in the exact colour order that they come in from Ikea.  We are rather used to her kind of crazy.   

So this week she and her husband took action.  They called Sears and took advantage of the 60 day satisfaction guarantee.  They were anything but satisfied.  They may be the first couple in the history of modern appliances to return a smooth-top for a coil stove but my sister had a ring in her voice today that has been absent since the arrival of the "stove from hell."  (Her words, not mine.)  

Order has been returned to their corner of the world.  

And that's a good thing.