The Problem With Floss
You ever have it where you’re flossing, and the floss just won’t go between the teeth?
You’re standing there, doing your routine, nothing unusual. Then suddenly, the floss hits a wall. Just stops. Like your teeth have closed ranks and decided to become one unified tooth.
So now you’re forcing it. Slight adjustments, different angles, one side, or another. Gonna getcha getcha. Nothing. It’s not even about personal hygiene anymore. It’s about sheer principle and an overwhelming feeling of something wedged permanently between your teeth. You’re not going to let your own mouth get the last word.
It’s an awful feeling. It’s not pain, exactly. It’s just… wrong. A strange pressure that somehow radiates regret. Like, you just broke your adult teeth fool.
And now you’re desperate to fix it. That imaginary wedge that isn’t there but absolut-freating is there. That phantom wedget drilling straight through the jaw into your brain. It must be extracted at all costs.
Suddenly, it happens. The floss slides in. Clean, smooth, no resistance. Like nothing was ever there. In and out, no traces. Like a greased rope down a hallway. Or something.
But you’ll remember. The struggle was real.
It wasn’t a dream.
You know it wasn’t.
Floss is very double sided.