Pepper in teeth

I went out to lunch with one of my friends today. Chipotle to be exact. I got the Burrito Bowl. This consisted of (in this order) rice, black beans, peppers and onions, chicken, every type of salsa (corn, medium, tomato, hot), guacamole, and some lettuce.

It was delicious.

Unfortunately, I did not check my teeth before I went back to work.

I run into work, and tell my coworker a story about something that just happened, and smile a lot. Oh hahahahah so funny, so much laughter, so much teeth showing. That's nice. I'm so confident about my smile and that I didn't have anything in my teeth, as there were ample opportunities for me to be told "Ahem, Sarah" nudge nudge fingerpoint to teeth, as I said "HI!" to one of the directors and a supervisor in my building while at Chipotle OR maybe as I said "BYE!" to my friend when we departed, OR how about the time when I told my co-worker that story?? OR EVEN the time I walked to a hotel we use to drop a check off? The doorman couldn't have said anything? Aren't they bred to be courteous?? No one told me about this PEPPER in my teeth while I was walking down King Street? Did they like me to suffer in ignorance? I guess most people's mantra are "as long as they don't find out..." or "someone will tell them... I feel awkward letting them know". Look jackass, I am going to find out and I am going to know you didn't tell me. I will find out either tonight while in the privacy of my own home, or quite possibly later on while on my date with Bradley Cooper when he doesn't kiss me because I am a dirty girl with pepper in her teeth and I am confused because I am unaware of the placement of this dirty rotten spice.

Moral of the story: tell someone. Especially me. If I come to you dying to tell you about my date with Brad and how great it went, and how he wants to marry me, screw that Renee Zellweger girl (not screw like f*ck, but screw like "screw over"), and I just happen to have spinach in  my teeth from the spinach salad I just ate, you better know to interject and tell me straight up. "Look girl, you got sh*t in your teeth." "Oh thank you so much kind soul, I will forever be in your debt. You may have Brad and my first born."


Ok, I definitely would not give you Bradley and my first born baby, but I might give you him for a day. That's worth more than any physical element on Earth. Just an FYI.

Brad on our vacation to the water park. He was laughing at something silly I said about his rock hard abs. He is so modest.