While she checked her email I thought I’d take the time to give my house plants some water and went into the bathroom to retrieve the old yellow Tupperware tumbler I keep under the sink for just that purpose. I turned on the water, removed a few things from the cup and filled it up.
I felt very efficient as I tended to my thirsty plants and Shari and I chatted through the walls as we each did our own thing. When I finished with the plants I put the tumbler away and decided to brush my teeth. Might as well get a head start on the old grooming, right? I grabbed my toothbrush and sloshed away.
Just then I heard a dull thud and an outburst from my sister. “Oh, no.”
Her chair rolled back and then there was some huffing and puffing.
“You okay?” I asked through toothpaste bubbles. I was giving a lot of attention to those molars! Felt good.
“Yeah,” she said back.
I scrubbed a bit more, finished my brushing and opened the medicine cabinet to put my toothbrush away. But I recoiled in horror at what I saw – my current toothbrush sitting nice and dry on the shelf. I looked at the one in my hand and realized . . .
. . . it was the old one I’d pulled from the yellow tumbler and set one the edge of the sink just before I watered my plants – the one I use to scrub the toilet seat hinges.
Gaaaaaaaaag! I rinsed my mouth out about a hundred times before I came up for air. Then I stepped into the bedroom where Shari looked up and grimaced.
“Sorry,” she said, “I spilled the orange juice.”
Paper towels were sopping up the mess but I hardly noticed. I was too busy worrying about what gooey little bits might have escaped my power rinse!
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