Emergencies in dental hygiene

[grrgoyl]

Tery has been complaining lately about me having "old man breath," something I live in morbid fear of. It's gotten so she can't even kiss me without screwing up her face a tiny bit. This morning she admitted it has crossed into casual conversation distance. Yikes. I traced the culprit back to my Sonicare toothbrush head, well over 3 months overdue to be changed (they are rather expensive). I at first was going to go my usual route and get a new one off eBay, but decided this was an emergency situation, too urgent to try to save a few bucks or indulge in my psychopathic need to have something to look forward to in the mail. I went down to Target and would you believe EVERY SINGLE HOOK (count them, 6 of them) was empty. Not a single Sonicare head to be seen. I grabbed the nearest employee and demanded she check the backstock (sheer desperation had driven me to be uncharacteristically pushy). Thankfully I didn't have to go so far as to breathe on the poor woman as evidence of the critical importance of this purchase. They had one single head left, kind of a rip-off as the single pack is $14.69 whereas the double pack is $22.59, but hey, I had old man breath and therefore not a moment to waste. I took the single head and raced home and used it immediately, and plan to use it again at least 3 more times today. But HOW is it possible that no one noticed 6 EMPTY HOOKS in the aisle? You can't tell me someone came and bought them all up in one day, or even in one week. Time for a RGIS inventory, stat.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

p.u.

i can smell your old man breath all the way over here in my apartment. i am going to have to smoke some crack to cover up the reek.

i love you when i'm high, you old disgusting fart,
tracey