Getting food stuck in your teeth is a bummer. It’s a bummer because you won’t find out about it until later, when you happen to look in the mirror, which is usually hours after you ate. Then you’re forced to think back on how many times you spoke, grinned and open-mouth laughed in the presence of other people to assess the damage. This is especially a bummer if you were with a friend all day, because it’s like, what a freaking traitor. If he’ll let you walk around with food in your teeth, what else is he withholding? The next time your fly is down, is he going to tell you XYZ, or just go on smirking and pitying you? If someone ever puts a kick me sign on your back is he going to let you get booted in the ass 5,000 times before he says something? Not cool, dude.
