Thursday, August 7, 2014


            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.           

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Just FYI: Here in northern Europe, it is standard and acceptable to request and use toothpicks after a meal (though I would never do this).
Sometimes I'm at table surrounded by fellow diners, all of whom have one hand shielding the other (and the latter is madly picking away...) Yuck:-)