At one point I had to have my wire adjusted because the last bracket on the right side came off. The loose chunk of metal was flopping around and all my other teeth felt like they were being tugged to the left. Very odd feeling.
We visited the home of our small group leaders from church. Looking at the carpet in their beautiful living room, a strangely perverse thought occurred to me. Could a person get the prongs of their braces stuck in a carpet like that? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? If one had both upper and lower brackets and fell just right (or just wrong), could you tangle yourself so badly that your mouth was not only stuck but clamped shut? Wouldn’t that be awful? You couldn’t even cry for help. “MMM-MMMM.” “MMMmmm-MMMMMmmmMM!” Then again, you might not want to call for help.
Then, being a writer, I thought, maybe a murderer could use carpets as a way to capture and imprison victims with braces. Wouldn’t that make a great murder mystery? Of course the media would call him the “Carpet Bagger.” In reality, he’s a mad orthodontist who collects fees up front and then murders his clients to avoid endless follow-up treatments. (Maybe, I shouldn’t have prepaid for my braces.)
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