So yesterday, while walking in San Francisco to a meeting, Mena and I
were at the corner of Church & Market. We'd just gotten off the bus. We
were in an argument.
Mena is yelling, and then all of a sudden she grabs her mouth and says
"my tooth!"
Ben: What?
Mena: My tooth fell out!
I look down at the ground and there's something small and white-looking, smaller than a normal tooth. But I figured, her tooth could have chipped, and this could just be part of it.
Now, I take the losing of teeth very seriously, as I once lost two teeth while playing baseball, and they had to jam the teeth back into my mouth, and I had root canals etc. Very unpleasant.
So I went down on all fours, trying to pick up the "tooth". But I couldn't get it between my fingers--as mentioned, it was very small, and kind of slimy and slippery (which should have been my first clue). So I can't pick it up, but I try to do so for like 10 seconds, rubbing my fingers onto the *disgusting* sidewalk, while panhandlers stare at me as if to ask, "what the hell?"
Eventually I started to just get disgusted, and started realizing that it wasn't a tooth. Or part of a tooth.
It was a small, slimy piece of pasta.
