“My teeth were flapping.”
“Excuse me,” I said.
It was a motorcycle rider. He grinned. “My bottom teeth? They were flapping. I gotta get to the store and get some glue.”
Then, I swear to all that’s holy, he flicked his tongue once or twice, and those son of a bitchin’ teeth started flapping.
Right at me. Almost looked like they were waving!
One of the most bizarre things I’ve ever seen.
And they clicked. Like somebody was banging on his teeth with drumsticks.
“Uh…,” I said. “Well, yes sir, have a nice day.”
And off he went.
I mean, come on, how you gonna write a guy whose teeth are flapping? That’s just a bad day, man.