Who Wants Spinach?
“Hey, (sir, dude, M2, Michael, MichaelMackie, boyfriend, princess, mister) … you have something in your teeth, yo.”
I hear that at least twice a week from co-workers, waitstaff, friends, Romans and/or countrymen. I’m not sure when my teeth became harbingers of lingering food particles, but it happens a lot. A lot more than I care to admit.
The problem has become so bad that I’ll actually swish water around in my mouth after nearly every bite. I look like a crazy person … one who is addicted to gargling. I’ll turn to anyone – including total strangers – and ask them if I have anything between my teeth. Nine out of ten times the answer is, “Yeah – you gotta little sumpthin’ right there” … and then they gesture to whichever two teeth are holding a fennel seed hostage.
The reason why I have to ask so frequently is because inevitably I will have something trapped near my gums for long periods of time without anyone telling me. You’d think people would just spit it out – figuratively, not literally. I love to point out people’s flaws and faults. It’s one of my best qualities.
I once went on a job interview with a strand of blueberry skin hanging down from my incisors. I thought the HR gal was staring at my devastating smile … but turns out it was really just the remnants of a granola bar.
I’ll brush. I’ll floss. I’ll pick at my teeth with multiple toothpicks – often while chewing gum. If there’s anything I’ve become neurotic about – it’s smiling whilst the remnants of rhubarb pie dangle precariously in my gum line. I asked my dentist why my teeth were so prone to collecting morsels — anything from appetizers to desserts is fair game.
“Doc, it’s not like I’m British,” I plead. “I have nice teeth. No gaps. No gaping crevices. And a great smile … one that is constantly interrupted by food that adheres itself to my pearly whites! What did I do to deserve this?!”
My dentist took one look at me and said, “It’s because God hates you. Oh, and you gotta little sumpthin’ right there … looks like spinach.”


July 20th, 2010 at 6:38 pm
Oh, and you got a little something hanging out of your nose – looks like a booger or a piece of spinach. It is hard to tell.