That feeling...

You know that feeling?  The one you get when you've just eaten a poppy- or sesame-seed bagel and you are worried that you have seeds stuck in your teeth, but you're no where near a mirror to confirm this so you just hope no one will notice?  There's a lot of "not smiling" involved.  The tip of your tongue gets kind of sore for running it over your teeth hoping to feel an offending particle.  You're convinced people you talk to are staring at the little black bits wedged near your gum line, so you're self-conscious - yet you're kind of ticked off, too, because you wish they'd just say, "Hey!  You know you have stuff stuck in your teeth, right?"  And no one you know, who is currently around to ask, is someone you're close enough to, to go over and grin Cheshire-Cat like and ask, "Do I have anything in my teeth?"

Just like you wish people would say something - anything - when you've been walking around with your fly open all morning.  (Not that this has ever happened to me.  Nope. Nope. Nope.)

TTFN
JMS