Toothbrush Hell!
A friend of mine recently gave me a present; not Dermatological skin-care stuff as she had said she’d get me, but an electric toothbrush. That night I went home and I attempted to use it–but it didn’t go well. In fact it went very badly. I have always had an innate fear of electrical gadgets and this was no exception…
The first thing that bothered me (this was well before I even got it anywhere near my face) was the horrendous noise. The thing was only small but it sounded highly dangerous, like it might explode at any moment. What if I dropped it? What if what if what if?
I tried to calm myself down, telling myself It’s only a toothbrush, it’s only a toothbrush–and that worked for a while, but then I put the toothpaste on. That was when things got sinister.
The toothpaste shook, as if it were alive. As if the sinister electric toothbrush were capable of taking an inanimate paste and making it real. I took the plunge and put the head against my teeth. The head vibrated, and the beast threatened to explode–
The beast did not explode. I didn’t give it chance! Instead I chucked it straight in the bin (and I hadn’t turned it off so the whole bin was vibrating with a horrible tinny sound, making it creep along the floor) and legged it out of the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I returned and finished the job with my normal, easy-going, how-it’s-meant-to-be toothbrush. Now I feel much happier.
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