"You wash your hands like a doctor." Um, I didn't really know how to respond when someone said that to me in the ladies' room at church this morning. So, I unfortunately did what came naturally. I lied. I made up some lame excuse about how I had a stain on my hands that I was trying to get off. Nice. I hate lying. I know God doesn't like it either. I suppose it doesn't make a difference if I lie at the church building or not. Somehow though, that just seems worse. Like I should expect to be hit by a lightning bolt or something.
Honestly, if I was in the same situation again, I think I would lie again. Well, ok, I know I would. I mean, it's not like I'm going to say to a complete stranger, "Oh, well you see, I actually have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and I struggle with contamination issues, so yes, I guess you could say I wash my hands like a doctor." Calling real doctors in white coats!
I guess the only remedy to this situation and to stop the lying, is to stop washing my hands like a doctor. A little easier said than done.