Brush-a Brush-a Brush-a

There’s a lot of stuff that creeps/grosses me out, the list is lengthy and has no rhyme or reason whatsoever to it. Take for instance the after-lunch brush. I’m a twice a day teethbrusher, or is it toothbrusher, (morning brush & floss/evening brush), that’s who I am. I appreciate that others might take their dental hygiene more seriously (perhaps even a little too seriously), and these people need to immediately rid themselves of any plaque that may have taken hold after the trip to La Salsa. But I just I can’t take it when I see someone brushing her teeth in the bathroom at work. It seriously makes me uncomfortable. And I have no idea why. It’s really just the one woman. The one with the glasses and the cute new haircut. You know, Whatshername Thatonegirl. Yeah. She’s not messy or loud about it, the chick is just brushing her teeth, but the ladies room in an office just seems like the wrong place to do it. I think I’d be okay with it if she were, let’s say, in the kitchen over the sink opposite the copier…or even at her desk, daintily spitting into the trashcan. But in the office bathroom? For me it’s like keeping breast milk in the shared fridge – of course that’s where it has to go, but is it where it belongs? She also flosses in there. Right, people? Is it just me?

It’s just me isn’t it?




And spit,

Gretch