much like the fly fiasco of previous days, last night was just as proving to my humility. sitting across from my notorious ex all night at number nine restaurant around 1:00 AM, i had no awareness of the noticeable black pepper grain lodged between my two front teeth. it wasn’t a huge chunk, but it was still there. as i tried my earnest to play dumb to the ex’s existence, talking and laughing with our mutual friends, i was oblivious to mr. pepper. my several other friends that night could have deigned to let me in on the pepper grain, but nooo… i was to be kept in the dark until home when i flossed the sucker.

this makes me think about friends and their ease with one another. it shouldn’t, but it does. wouldn’t a good friend feel comfortable telling you, “hey, dude. you have a piece of food between your teeth.” they could even stutter it out: “i…i…well, you’ve…uh…got something right…there,” while pointing uncomfortably at the article of food. i wouldn’t mind that at all, just as long as they have the decency to hinder further embarrassment on my part.

ah, the lifelong trial of food and friends. perhaps this is just a test of sorts to see what kind of confidants you have, as crazy and tasty as it may sound.