The other day I was rushing home, when I arrived at the subway stop only to see that it was delayed. Standing there, irritated, I noticed an old friend looking around slightly lost. Seeing my bright faced friend instantly took my dark and cranky mood and lifted it to a much nicer, healthier place. However, as my friend came closer, I dreadfully realized that all I had to drink that day was coffee and that I really really really needed a breath mint.
Because of this fact, my excitement of seeing this delightful friend, who I hadn’t seen since my camp’s 90th reunion in 2009 and actually lives in New York and never takes the TTC, was diminished.
As she got closer and closer, all I could think about was ‘OMG, my breath smells like a cat box’ (exaggeration) rather than ‘OMG, I’m so excited to see her.’ What’s that all about? My lack of oral hygiene ruined what should have been a wonderful reunion.
I mean really, my dental industry friends would have been furious with me. Why hadn’t I flossed after lunch? Why hadn’t I drank that bottle of water that’s been sitting on my desk for a week? There were so many things I could have done to avoid this mortifying experience and did I do a-one of them? Nope. Instead, I went out, in public, and faced the world with breath as foul as my mood.
I realize, I should be embarrassed by this and I am, trust me, however I felt I needed to share this experience with everyone, so you too could avoid the complete humiliation of bad breath. So remember, if nothing else, drink some water, buy some gum or sew your mouth shut. No one should have to experience what my dear Camp Kitchi friend did.