Nannette was troubled–she knew she was just a worker bee, but shouldn’t the queen bee be just a litttle concerned about her welfare? Couldn’t that sugar-laden nectar cause diabetes and tooth decay? Should she be flossing between flights . . .?
Albin had just come from the dentist–getting his teeth cleaned for this year. As usual, the dental assistant harangued him about flossing. He told her that regular dental floss just didn’t work for him and clothesline was too big to do a good job; she suggested he try baling twine. Not only was it strong, but being a little rough would help to clean better. . . . . David, Sf.G.
