Teeth and Truth

There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who will blatantly tell you that there’s something in your teeth and those who will not. 

After Christmas break—whereupon I met one of my best friend's best friend's—I decided that I definitely prefer the first type of person to the second. 

Because, after all, who wants to walk around looking all snaggle-toothed because of a piece of spinach? Seriously, save me pride sooner rather than later and just tell me in the middle of lunch. It may be embarrassing at first, awkward even (more awkward for me than for you). But—by telling me there’s a piece of green gook in my teeth and I look like a pirate, you will have earned yourself a lifelong friend—and I’ll be really grateful and thankful to have earned one as well—because there’s one thing you can be certain of: if someone is gonna tell you about the crap you have in your teeth, they’re probably going to tell you about the crap you have going on in your life (should they have to eventually). Or something like that. And everyone needs someone like that.