STUCK IN MY TEETH
I ate a â€œcheese-steakâ€ the other night from the cafeteria in the big building where I go to do the work . . . and then a few hours later, I noticed a thoroughly annoying piece of food that was stuck in my teeth. If you happened to be looking at me â€“ then it would have been on the right side of my face â€“ on the bottom â€“ towards the back of my mouth . . . and it was driving me batty . . .
Believe me â€“ I hate to mention this to you â€“ but even more than that â€“ I really seriously and totally hated the train ride experience that I got the pleasure of living through. So I figured â€“ why not pull you in a tiny bit into my misery . . . I am nothing if not giving â€“ of my pain that is . . .
Have you ever had something stuck in your teeth that (seemingly) no amount of finagling with your tongue could loose?! It is not like I could just jam my New York City grossed out hand in there to attempt an extraction â€“ especially not with the nice lady (who I was sitting knee-to-knee with) sitting there . . . uhm . . . knee-to-knee with me . . . aaaaaiiiiiigggghhhh . . . get it out â€“ get it out â€“ get it out â€“ seriously â€“ this flippinâ€™ piece of what-sits was about to get (here we go . . .) on my very last nerve. And yes â€“ I did just go over there . . but only because I really really had to.
Really . . .
The thing is â€“ I know that it is going to be one of those â€œthe best feelings in the worldâ€ when it decides to dislodge itself . . . but until then â€“ I suppose that I will just have to sit here in my silent vigil â€“ dreaming of the kind of day â€“ the kind of day without this uffinâ€™ uff in my mouth . . .
[Okay â€“ yeah â€“ as soon as the nice lady left â€“ the food hopped out â€“ seemingly of itâ€™s own accord . . . the world is an odd place.]