Small towels of specific qualities

It’s not that I can’t explain why I like certain things. It’s that I can, in great detail- excruciating detail, really- especially if I’m not certain I’m being understood. Which is usually. So usually I delight in the very specific things without trying to convey them, specifically. I fucking love those white shop towels that come 50 to the pack. So much. Why? What a mystery. I fucking love them even more for being stacked up in my cabinet. Who did that? I FUCKING DID THAT. And look at those floral printed reusable napkins in there too. And the gray rags, not folded, just chillin, rebel rags. Keeping each other company, all the very specific qualities. My gawd, pure delight.