After my teeth cleaning at the dentist, I unpack my dental goodie bag at home. Toothbrush, still in wrapper, goes in the donation pile. I only use an electric brush. Toothpaste, floss, and picks go in the travel kit. I'm always packed to go.
At the bottom of the bag is a paper cylinder in bright orange, fit in a paper sleeve. I'm mystified. It's numbered to 36, with each number followed by smarmy sentences, like "A Secret can be okay" and "You're habit forming" and pizza. Well, pizza isn't a sentence, but you get the idea.
What a weird thing to receive from your dentist. My dentist is a pretty fun guy, as the ceiling decoration in the hygienist area is a well-endowed woman hanging off a ladder from a helicopter...
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