Sitting in my office during office hours just after lunch, I realize that I have a piece of food stuck between my teeth (in between two molars). Slowly it starts to aggravate me more and more. I try using my tongue to push it out, but it only serves to irritate me more and more. Using my fingernail doesn't work either. Finally, I march over to the bookstore to see if they have floss. They do, but there is the rush of people still buying books so the line is really long. I leave and try buying some gum from the vending machine in the hope that it might stick to the food and pry it out. No, it does not. I find a piece of string and try it in lieu of floss. Not only does it not work, it breaks and now I have food and string stuck in between my teeth. I head back to the book store, grab the floss, and make my way to the back of the long, long line. I cannot deny that thoughts of slipping the floss into my pocket and walking out crossed my mind. The food, the string, and the blaring hip-hop music all conspire to annoy me more and more. In line, I glace at my watch and the time before my class starts is getting shorter and shorter. I finally make it to the register and the person says "No cash". Not a problem - I put the $2 floss on my credit card and rush back to my office.
I cut open the package the floss is in, draw the string of floss out, wrap it taught around my two fingers and plunge it deep between my teeth. With a swift swoosh the food and the string are pried out. I feel liberated. Now it is time to go to class.