Most of us have experienced awkward social situations, like realizing you have coleslaw on your shirt after you’ve been talking to someone you’re trying to impress. The particulars may vary, but I think many will be able to relate to the following story. (This is an abridged version of an article of mine that appeared in a local magazine a few years ago).
One look in the mirror confirmed my worst fears: a poppy seed the size of the Hope Diamond was stuck between my front teeth. Except this diamond was still a black lump of coal. Why had I given in to temptation, knowing the potential consequences? Because the poppy roll had looked so scrumptious, that’s why! And the aroma of fresh baked goods – am I some superhuman who can resist the Siren call of momentary pleasure? I had known it would be dangerous, and now I was paying the price for my weakness. So there I was at work, in the men’s room, unfit for social interaction.
I took some hot water in my mouth, and vigorously swished it around. Swisha, swisha, swisha. I spit it out through the front teeth, like we used to as kids, then checked my teeth again. I can’t believe it! It’s still there!