STUCK IN MY TEETH

I ate a “cheese-steak” 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 – then it would have been on the right side of my face – on the bottom – towards the back of my mouth . . . and it was driving me batty . . .

Believe me – I hate to mention this to you – but even more than that – I really seriously and totally hated the train ride experience that I got the pleasure of living through. So I figured – why not pull you in a tiny bit into my misery . . . I am nothing if not giving – 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 – 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 – get it out – get it out – seriously – this flippin’ piece of what-sits was about to get (here we go . . .) on my very last nerve. And yes – I did just go over there . . but only because I really really had to.

Really . . .

The thing is – I know that it is going to be one of those “the best feelings in the world” when it decides to dislodge itself . . . but until then – I suppose that I will just have to sit here in my silent vigil – dreaming of the kind of day – the kind of day without this uffin’ uff in my mouth . . .

[Okay – yeah – as soon as the nice lady left – the food hopped out – seemingly of it’s own accord . . . the world is an odd place.]