Most days, this is what my front door looks like. An assorted pile of sticks that I have brought home from my daily travels. I like it this way - if I decide to take a stick with me it is waiting for me, and if I don't then I know exactly where I left them.
But today when I returned from my walkie, my front door looked like this:
Someone - I am informed that it was the cleaning crew who periodically clean and vacuum the hallways of my building - ARRANGED my sticks. The nerve! Some stranger was touching my sticks - I just cannot stand for such things. So I immediately pulled one from it's boring symmetric arrangement and the entire pile all fell back in front of my door.
JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT