I yell through my windshield at people who can't drive. A lot of the time they can hear me, since I drive with a soft-top.
I open my fridge probably 50 times in a day for absolutely no reason. Habit, since when I was a kid, I was fucking fat and had to be stuffing my mouth full with something at all times.
I'm very picky about the littlest things, yet not when it comes to larger things. Such as, Orange Juice brands... or, mild, medium, or old cheeses... Even organization of my fridge... if it's out of place, I freak. Making sure my whites are washed separate from my darks, even though it's no longer necessary since colors don't run with today's detergents.
I have a habit of stopping a gossip loop. Ya know, one of those juicy gossip tips about a friend... Yea, usually if it ever comes my way, that specific friend in mention is the next on the list of finding out the juicy tid-bit. Same goes with a couple who insists on telling me something that they tell me first, rather than their significant other. If they can't find the decency to talk to them first, then I'll do it for them, I don't care the repercussions. I hated it when it was being done to me, so others can suffer the hard fucking truth.