Not much. The other day I was facing a woman in a restaurant. No problem with that, she had her table and I had mine. It was a pretty nice place and I was looking forward to a quiet lunch.
All was going well until I looked up from my smoked salmon and noticed that the woman was busy picking her teeth with a toothpick (Either she brought her own or asked because there were none on the table.)
What a dreadful sight to behold. She was just diggin’ a way. I guess she didn’t consider going to the restroom to really get down to business.
|The expression of Her Majesty demonstrates brilliantly how I feel about the picking of teeth in public.|
There’s nothing to say to someone who uses toothpicks at a table, unless you know them well, very well. Now, if a particle of the woman’s lunch came flying over to my table, I wouldn’t hesitate to say, “Excuse me, Miss, a piece of your lunch is now on mine. I wish you wouldn’t do that at the table.” Maybe I should lose the last part? Or maybe the part about the piece of lunch?
Oh, I don’t know what I would say. I give up on public tooth picking pickers.