October 5, 2007
You hear it all the time: "There are two kinds of people in this world," and then the follow-up of: "People who do A, and people who do B."
I have a tendency to dismiss these broad generalizations. I've never been one for serious people-labeling or compartmentalization. I hate the defining This-or-That boxes that need to be checked on forms, and I don't appreciate the personality tests that large corporations make you take before hiring you, especially when white-coated men with nets and stun guns come for you in a van after you've finished it.
Saying that there are two kinds of people in this world is like saying that there are two kinds of cheese. I'd like to believe that we are more diverse than that. Hell, on a hormonally challenged day, I can be three or four people all by myself.
But there are, admittedly, some truisms to that "two kinds of people" saying, and in my next few blogs, I will list some of them for you.
First up, there are two kinds of people in this world: Those who walk around when they brush their teeth, and those who don't.
I walk around. My husband, The Sainted One, doesn't. I have a tendency to get bored quickly when performing mindless tasks, so I choose to consider this "free time," a chance to gaze out the window or straighten the comforter on the bed, my only other task being to brusha-brusha-brusha and not drool any toothpaste on the carpet. Why be shackled to the bathroom? Who needs a sink for that? There's a whole world out there to be explored, and there's no good reason why it can't be explored while one has a toothbrush in one's mouth.
The Sainted One, on the other hand, stays at his post like a good soldier, gazing at his image in the mirror as if he's never seen it before, or as if the act of brushing is something that he hasn't quite mastered.
As to whose teeth are cleaner ... who knows? That's not the issue here.
Next up: There are two types of people in the world, those who pay attention to the lines in a parking lot, and those who don't.
Comments
cathy (cathy) says...
Pat, I'm a walker too. I actually ironed my pants while brushing my teeth this morning. I have a "smart" electric toothbrush that pulsates when your two minutes is done. I have mastered many one-handed tasks in that two minutes, including making the bed. The drool issue is tricky but I've found that by using very little water on your brush makes all the difference in the world.
October 5, 2007 at 9:31 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Suzy (anonymous) says...
I have a daughter who walks around while brushing. She talks on the phone while brushing. She gets dressed while brushing. Seems weird to me, but she has beautiful teeth and she's in dental school, so the toothpaste trail around the house is no longer my problem. :)
October 5, 2007 at 11:07 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
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