Mr T and Flossing
Like so many Americans, I have struggled for years to get into the habit of flossing on a regular basis. A while ago, I got the idea of making a motivational poster to remind myself to floss and hanging it up in the bathroom; just a simple picture of Mr. T, pointing his finger in an aggressive Uncle-Sam posture, with the caption below reading "FLOSS, FOO'!"
I never made the poster. But somehow, it's worked anyway. Now, every time I leave the bathroom at night without first flossing my teeth, I'm stopped as though by a phantasm of a gold-chained B.A. Baracus, mohawk blazing, shouting "I pity the foo' who don't floss on a daily basis!"
And I am incapable of leaving until I have run the filament between each and every one of my teeth.
I never made the poster. But somehow, it's worked anyway. Now, every time I leave the bathroom at night without first flossing my teeth, I'm stopped as though by a phantasm of a gold-chained B.A. Baracus, mohawk blazing, shouting "I pity the foo' who don't floss on a daily basis!"
And I am incapable of leaving until I have run the filament between each and every one of my teeth.