From The Desk Of Walter's Brain:
I was treated again to an unedited view of the inside of a stranger’s mouth today.
Fillings, bridgework, Juicy Fruit, the whole show. A lady, and I’m stretching the term here, on the train let loose with an all-out, open-mouthed, hippo yawn. It was like Animal Planet a foot and a half away. People do these now, the wide-open cavern yawn. On the street, busses, stores, wherever. Extending their jaws like snakes swallowing a pig. Maybe they don’t remember where they are, unaware they’re outside. Or they don’t see thirty other people around. Could be they don’t realize they’re yawning. Maybe they’re just really proud of their dental work.
I think about these yawning hippos as I dodge the globs of spit, hocked up loogies spattered freely across the city’s sidewalks interspersed with cigarette butts, burning and not burning, and samples of crap products nobody seems to want even for free.
Ah, but then I think, you know, that open-mouthed yawn could’ve been an uncovered sneeze.
I was treated again to an unedited view of the inside of a stranger’s mouth today.
Fillings, bridgework, Juicy Fruit, the whole show. A lady, and I’m stretching the term here, on the train let loose with an all-out, open-mouthed, hippo yawn. It was like Animal Planet a foot and a half away. People do these now, the wide-open cavern yawn. On the street, busses, stores, wherever. Extending their jaws like snakes swallowing a pig. Maybe they don’t remember where they are, unaware they’re outside. Or they don’t see thirty other people around. Could be they don’t realize they’re yawning. Maybe they’re just really proud of their dental work.
I think about these yawning hippos as I dodge the globs of spit, hocked up loogies spattered freely across the city’s sidewalks interspersed with cigarette butts, burning and not burning, and samples of crap products nobody seems to want even for free.
Ah, but then I think, you know, that open-mouthed yawn could’ve been an uncovered sneeze.
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