Friday, January 11, 2008


Have you ever stood in line with a person like this?

A person that has no regard for personal space?

This person will inch closer and closer to you.
The line isn't moving, but he is.
And the next thing you know, he's pretty much rubbing against your back.

There's nowhere for you to go, but you move forward just a little bit.
Anything to move away from him.
But then he's inching forward again.

You start to hate this person like you've never hated anyone before.

As he inches closer and closer, your boiling point finally gets reached.
You turn around to give him an earful, but you're caught dumbfounded as you realize that this guy has continued to inch forward and now he's actually standing next to you.

You stand there, looking at the guy as your mind just reels back with disbelief, screaming "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Have you ever stood in line with a person like this?

Well, one of my bottom incisors is like that. It's been inching closer and closer to the other tooth, slowly pushing it out of the way, and it's now starting to make my lower teeth line a toothy mess.

My tooth's strange behavior started when I moved down here to the South. It appears that my transformation into becoming a redneck shows just no signs of slowing down.