Busted

I left my dentist's office,last week, with freshly polished teeth, goody bag in hand and feeling fine. Dental visits are so far from my top ten list of things to do it's a wonder I felt anything but psychological trauma. But, I'd recently found a supercool new dentist that offered the distraction of a DVD, pillow and blanket whilst they poked and prodded at my poor teefs. In the end,my appointment was relatively painless and my mouth felt incredibly fresh from the nifty berry flavored polish they used.
I was on a dental "high" of sorts. Vowing to never forget to floss and brush after every meal all the time ,every day.

That "high" is the only excuse I can dream up for what I did next.

In my car,stopped at a stoplight moments later I poured out the contents of my goody bag. I picked up the floss,examined it and on a whim began flossing my teeth. In.traffic.

I don't know what came over me to cause this sudden burst of trashiness.
But sure as I sit here typing that is what I did.

Seconds later, I realized I was in a car with windows and not my own personal bathroom. I quickly looked to the right of me to see if anyone had noticed.

Sure enough, someone had. And HE was kinda cute. I quickly pulled my hands away from my mouth and tried to laugh it off. He laughed, then turned to his passenger and gestured towards me and laughed and pointed.
Great, I thought he's teasing me... as if I wasn't embarassed enough.
Just then the light turned green and I made my left turn, glad to be speeding away from my tormenter.
I headed on to the freeway,when of all the luck, traffic began to slow down and HE pulled up next to me. I vowed not to look over and desperately willed the traffic to begin moving.
Out of my peripheral vision I could see my "dental-floss-tormenter-boy" moving about.
Unable to ignore him any longer I looked over. HE was again pointing and laughing.
Traffic began to move and I quickly sped up and away. As I continued to drive, a thought popped in to my mind - what am I so worried about ? It was only teeth flossing. At least I was showing my love of hygiene.

Hell most people get caught picking their nose.

All of a sudden I felt fine once again.