The Toothbrush
I only meant to take my own toothbrush out. I didn't even touch his, but the rubber on mine must have grabbed the rubber on his and out they both came. I saw it happening, but couldn't react in time. His toothbrush fell to the floor--behind the toilet where the shit-glazed plunger resides. It fell to shit. God, how it fell to shit.
My first instinct was grab it quick, clean it, try to salvage the brightly colored, $3.50 piece of plastic....try to make it useable again.
Then I remember, he hasn't used that toothbrush in two weeks.
It's still there, I need to throw it away but I don't want to touch it right now.
My first instinct was grab it quick, clean it, try to salvage the brightly colored, $3.50 piece of plastic....try to make it useable again.
Then I remember, he hasn't used that toothbrush in two weeks.
It's still there, I need to throw it away but I don't want to touch it right now.
posted by slickaphonic at 7:31 PM
3 Comments:
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or both at the same time. Sometimes the universe has its way with us.
I still don't know, either.
oh yes, how I remember The Toothbrush. Sorry, babe.
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