So far I've been pretty immune to all the product recalls from China. The pet food scare passed, I don't buy any toys (unless you count Best Buy as a toy store), my fish isn't Chinese, and my blankets are old. To be fair, I don'tcan't use chopsticks, either. But for some reason this story triggered my gag reflex. I have no idea if these things were even made for export (probably not), but the thought of using somebody else's old, dirty chopsticks is enough to make me spit-up my Shaobing. This is all very fitting since we had originally planned to do a show on OCD today (and will probably revisit that subject next week). Sure, I use the paper towel to open the bathroom door, and wash my hands after riding the subway. That's not all that uncommon. Though, now I'll probably sniff my plastic silverware, too! I'll open the floor to other quirks out there...