Freaky Me - Part 1

I thought I'd start sharing some of my deepest, darkest secrets for the honesty and amusement of others. Also, I hate having to re-explain my quirks, and it will help to send people to this handy place when they see me doing something weird. So here is the first installment:

I hate drinking on old spit.

'Old spit?' you may ask. Yes, old spit. You know what I'm talking about, you just have to envision it.
Imagine you're rocking out to some Foo Fighters, reading a 'zine, and drinking a tall glass of fruit punch Mixade (as I get my flavored mixes from discount grocers). You hoist your gargantuan glass and take a good, solid gulp-number-one, then return the glass to its upright position. Well a few minutes later, you're about to go in for gulp-number-two, but your first one has left a few sticky droplets on the rim of the glass.

Maybe you, darling reader, would drink from the same spot.

I'm a tad more picky.

I hate drinking on old spit.

I would have to turn the glass a few centimeters to the right/left and catch a clean lip-mounting-area before I agree to drink again.
And ten minutes later, I'll do it again.
And again.
And... you get the point.

And yes, I know that, eventually, I'll run out of fresh places to plant my mouthparts. I shudder at the very thought. I've flown into numerous bouts of panic wondering if I'll be able to finish this glass of juice, or be forced to pour it into a new glass. So, if there is one, last, solitary clean arc of print-less glass, I'll dive in (carefully) and finish the last of the juice.

I HATE drinking on old spit.

Oh, yeah, I could just use a straw, but that's ONE lip-juncture, and if THAT get's sticky, I'm doomed.

P.S. This is only for non-tea beverages... we already know it only takes four actions to drink tea. It has no time to get sticky.