Charles Shaw Not to the Rescue

A couple of weeks ago, there was a power outage while I was asleep.  When I woke up the next morning all of the clocks were wrong.  The power outage caused my alarm not to go off.

I awoke at 10:30.  Unfortunately I had a final exam in my genetics class at 10:00.

I raced downstairs and out the front door at record speed.  I didn’t get a chance to have breakfast, wash my face, or brush my teeth.

I explain the situation to my professor who is lenient, and allows me to take the final with her next class.

I go about my day, say hi to friends I see on campus, engage in group discussion during my interpersonal communications class, then return home.

After lunch, I go to brush my teeth.  I open my mouth wide to see my beautiful pearly whites.

I rear back in horror.  Much to my dismay, my pearly whites are stained dark purple from the red wine I had drank the night before.  My lips are even a little purple.  It looked pretty bad.  I hadn’t noticed that morning since I was epically late.

I talked to professors, friends, colleagues, and members of the community with wine teeth.  No one even told me!

Charles Shaw to the rescue?  Or sabotage?

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