Maple Syrup
When I was in college, I studied at a local diner. They let me stay a long time and kept offering me food and coffee. The only thing to mar this situation is Maple syrup. It is sticky even aftermultiple thorough cleanings. I had books and papers that could absorb that syrup so the pages and papers stuck together even after I had cleaned top, sides and bottom of the table. When I ordered pancakes, I asked for jam or preserves. At first, the servers were curious about why I wouldn’t have syrup. I explained that I had a morbid fear of syrup. I still have that pet peeve, though I am long out of college.