Karma Strikes... Twice

As you loyal fans know (or those of you that can scroll down), my last post not only talked about a crazy homeless(ish) guy, but featured a picture of some random toothless man. What's my point? My point is: Karma is a bitch and I am being punished because I've exploited the stories of people who are crazy, junky, or homeless (or all of the above).

This weekend, I was eating (shocker) and bit down on a extra crispy (not really chewable) tortilla chip. I had a little sting of pain, and then, as I moved my tongue over the back of my mouth I noticed that I was now MISSING A TOOTH!! Yes. I kid you not. Thank god the said missing tooth is in the back of my mouth, but it's still disturbing.

To make matters worse, I accidentally signed up for an HMO dental plan (attention to detail was never my strong suit). I cannot even begin to guess how much a new tooth will cost me, but I do know it will be "a lot," and I also know i do NOT have "a lot" of money. I could potentially soon be homeless as a result of dental bills.

I had a glimpse of the homeless life this morning on the bus. The bus was packed, and an old haggard homeless woman gets on, and she was actually wearing her life. Let me explain: She was wrapped in her urine-soaked sleeping bag, and even had digging utensils (for the garbage cans) on her back. The bus was filled with yuppies with their burberry scarves and prada handbags, and when she got on, the stench was so overwhelming that we all started gasping for air- opening the windows and sticking our heads out to get away from the smell. It didn't work.

I digress.

The point is: I may soon become this homeless person. But at least I'll have my tooth back.