I was halfway between home and my destination, already running late, when I realized I hadn’t brushed my teeth.
I don’t think this has ever happened before. Brushing my teeth is the second thing I do every day when I get up, without fail. Sometimes the first, even. But due to some excellent unplanning, Ari, his girlfriend Taryn, Pammy and I all got up and had to leave the house at the same time. This is very rare occurrence, mostly because I barely leave the house. But there it was, the shower going when I needed it, and no way was I going down to the other bathroom because it was a million degrees below zero. I waited.
I put the kettle on, reasoning that I could get in to brush my teeth before tea would be ready. Because my day needed another wrench thrown into it, I discovered I had a frozen cold water pipe in the kitchen. I pondered a good course of action, while realizing I had twenty minutes to get showered and out the door. This frozen water would have to wait.
Where was I going? I change up cars every week for work, and I frequently have some really cool, fun, expensive or interesting cars. That week I had a 2015 orange Ford Mustang GT. It’s got a whopping V8 engine in it, a 6 speed manual transmission, and is basically a testosterone rocket. I’d read that Niagara Falls was frozen over, so like any normal person, I made the connection. Must see the Falls; must take the Mustang. That frozen water couldn’t wait.
I occasionally go on Twitter and just post “tomorrow, great car, you’ll be home by dinner”. The first person who contacts me gets to go. I strongly believe in the social component of social media. I don’t post what car and I don’t post where we’re going. I make arrangements to pick them up; it’s fun. My sister Roz thinks a serial killer will get to me, but I leave all the clues on Twitter. By going to their home I have an address, and the first thing I post is a picture of us together with the car so witnesses will know what to look for, should witnesses be required.
A car fan on Twitter threw caution to the wind and I said I’d pick him up at 10:30 the next morning. This was the crowded bathroom morning. I stopped to gas up, and went in and bought a toothbrush. At his house, I met the man willing to live in the danger zone, and his lovely wife. After “hi, I’m Lorraine,” I asked if I could brush my teeth.
Displaying an excellent poker face, his wife asked if I needed a toothbrush. I held up my gas station toothbrush and said I only needed a little toothpaste. I stepped into a powder room off the foyer and brushed my teeth, careful to tidy up like I never would have at home. I have very good manners for a person who does some slightly unconventional things.
I called Roz that night and told her what had happened. “Please tell me you didn’t actually do that, ask to brush your teeth in a stranger’s home,” she said. “Why not? Would you say no if someone asked you if they could do that?” I asked her. “No, but I’d think they were a freak.”
Tom and I had a lovely day taking pictures of the frozen falls, and chatting over lunch before heading back.
I think my sister spends too much time worrying about the wrong person in that car.