Thursday, April 30, 2009
the power of fringe
I used to reserve these fringed lycra shorts for special occasions, but only recently decided to declassify them, as a public service. It's like a duty really. They have been known to raise my own happiness quotient, as well as all who are exposed to them within, say, a 30 meter radius by at least two or three points. On a scale of one to ten. Today, I had a dental appointment so I thought I'd put the power of fringe to the test, as I have paralyzing dental anxiety. I felt good, the hygienist felt good and the dentist felt good about the shorts, but that did not stop her from finding a cavity. For most people, this means 40 minutes of sitting with their mouth open. For me, it's Marathon Man (see ancient Dustin Hoffman film) minus Marta Keller. Did you read the root canal scene in A Million Little Pieces? Me neither. I made the filling appointment and have every intention of keeping it, as long as the nitrous I requested is provided, in spades. Filling day is May 11th, which will coincide with the next outing for the fringed shorts.