I count stuff

I cannot go up a flight of steps without counting them. I could report how many tiles are in my shower. And, if I'm sitting across from you in a meeting and you have on, say, a striped shirt; odds are I'll know how many stripes by the end of the meeting (especially if the agenda is pretending to be "strategic"). Currently, my car has exactly 33,668 miles on it. I did not have to go out and look just before writing this because I made a mental note of it when I turned off the engine a couple of hours ago. I also get excited about symmetry on my odometer. Once I called a friend to share that the mileage on the odometer and the time on the clock were exactly the same number! She essentially hung up on me. I can pretty much tell you within a few bucks the balances in my checking and savings accounts, the payoff on my mortgage and the number of punches on my Hot Lips Pizza get-a-slice-free card. In case you wanted to know.