Most people, when they know they have a dentist appointment in half an hour, stop to brush and floss their teeth.
But not me – oh no, not I. I stopped to pop a chocolate in my mouth on the way out the door.
Why? Oh, mostly absent-mindedness, I suppose. But maybe I figured if I’m gonna sit there and listen to them scold me for not flossing, I might as well have a sweet taste in my mouth to go with the bitter taste of guilt.