Now, I admit, I’m a floss cheater. Sure, I brush at least twice a day, but I only use the floss in a two month period bracketing my dental appointment (yeah, like using the home gym before bathing suit season).
Still, maybe using the floss as a rope would prevent me from constantly losing teeth. Or tooths, as the case may be here.
I’ve always been an orderly man. I know where stuff is and know how to treat stuff. My things last a long time. I don’t lose keys, coins, watches, glasses or messages. But I lose tooths. Bluetooths, that is.
The first one I lost on a tennis court. The second one I lost in my house. I just purchased my third bluetooth in five years (which is as long as I’ve owned a bluetooth, actually). I don’t think I’ve lost as many items in the previous 50!
Of course, I found my bluetooth merely a day after I bought the new one. It was in the dryer. Which suggests it was also in the washer. I charged it up and turned it on. “Talk time: Eleven Hours” said the female recording. Of course.
Funny, just like regular teeth, finding your missing one afterwards doesn’t do you a whole lot of good. Who needs extra teeth?