Singing
It doesn't seem to matter what it is exactly, I'll sing along to it. I do try to curb it somewhat; but, apparently, it drives people dippy. I used to have a good singing voice, apparently, but I don't know anymore. I'm kind of afraid to open my mouth and find out.

Bathroom breaks
I drink a lot of teas, so I need to stop a lot more frequently than most folks seem to. That also probably drives people crazy. It's all right though, because a good stretch of the legs does wonders to help keep a healthy circulation.

Fidgeter
On the other hand, you can count on me for one good thing: I am not a fidgeter. I may do the odd unconscious thing now and then. Who doesn't? However, I don't tap, whistle, twiddle, twist, maim, fold, bend, spindle, mutilate, or otherwise.

This would have to be a combo deal: used bookstore and neat junk shop. That sort of comfortable eclecticism, that sort of random joy, appeals to me. We could sell art supplies too, odd furniture and clothing.

I'd like it to look and feel as far away from big box, corporate antisepticism as it possibly could. That's the sort of atmosphere that kills the joy of shopping and socialising, and makes people constipated.

Maybe there could be a room in the back or above, with fluffy couches and a big TV where we could watch movies once in a while. We could hang works by local artists on the walls; have readings and such; art nights where people get together in groups and make stuff - fun stuff. It would have to be next to a decent café that sold tea in huge mugs and was equally as comfortable; or, perhaps we could have a café attached.