Tuesday, February 10, 2009

"You have something in your teeth ..."

In college, they offered these dance classes to fulfill our "get off the couch and be healthy" credits. For girls, registering for these classes is like that huge wedding dress sale dubbed "The Running of the Brides." It's always a competition and almost immediately all the slots are filled.

I have this friend, Rachel. She's probably the funnest (and funniest) person alive, and we became friends my freshman year. She and I decided to take one of the classes.

One day, we ate lunch and then headed to class. After starting as her partner, we rotated around the entire class period, dancing with most of the other class members.

Since uncomfortable silence turns me into the world's biggest chatterbox, I spent the entire period yapping without pausing for a breath. At the end of class, I met back up with Rachel to walk to our next class.

When she saw me, she said, "Nathan, you have something in your teeth."

Sure enough, there was a piece of lettuce the size of North Dakota front and center. All I could think about was how many girls couldn't hear a word I was saying because they were too distracted by the forest growing in my mouth.


Shorty said...

I hate it when that happens! Last night hubby and I were watching the news and there was a guy being interviewed. Not in his favor right off the bat was that he was "flaming" if you know what i mean, but to top it off, he had large pockets of brownish stuff between his top teeth. Did the camera man and reporter not notice this before they began filming??? It was a bit sad.

If it makes you feel any better I've had the same lettuce incident happen to me, just while I was dining with friends. The darn piece of lettuce wouldn't budge tho, so I had to use my finger to dig it out at the table. It was so big that I couldn't speak without it being totally obvious.

Rachel said...

NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate this story! I tell it all the time and people always think I'm an idiot for not telling you earlier. Good thing your wife wasn't in that class. And good thing I hurt my ankle and skipped the last two months of that class because I was auditing it and then you went on and were in the competitions. haha. I am a jerk; you are cool.

Nathan said...

Oh, Rachel. I LOVE this story, but don't worry about it. I'm not bitter.

It makes me laugh to think about it, and it's lumped in with all my favorite memories from freshman year.

trublubyu said...

so sorry to hear about the lettuce. i believe the girls you danced with should have told you about it.

and social dance has to be one of the top 10 best things at byu!