Back in the day, way back, I used to enjoy a highly structured life, where shower, coffee, paper were all conducted in order before I went to work in what may have be seen in OCD like manner.
I just found out last week, and in a confession that my wife 30-35 years ago would hide my paper in spite when she thought I needed it. Hide it under the car, feed it to the dogs, soak it in water... it varied.
I just laughed, and then thought how much of an azz my paper carrier must have thought of me.
