One of the problems of having an apartment is that I am now a walking, talking ball of static electricity. Don't know how it happened, and it's too late to start caring. I'm doomed.
It's only really a problem at work, where all of the door handles are especially conducive to static shock. It's happened so often now that I cringe everytime I reach for a handle. Ouch.
I wonder if I can get disability for inclination toward severe static shock.
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Are you, by chance, surrounded by a large amount of fleece? Fleece makes me a walking, talking ball of static electricity.
I don't think I have any fleece within five miles of me. It's a mystery.
Wait, I do have a fleece scarf. Maybe that's the problem. I must burn it.
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