Why I Dislike My Toothbrush

This morning, I was awoken by the sound of the shower. Since we had a rugby practice the night before, we had a couple of transients sleeping in our house. I will mention no names but lets call one Ted. After I arose from my bed and got dressed I headed into the bathroom, which Ted was just departing. As I looked at my toothbrush I noticed a small puddle underneath it. This is when fear struck. I picked it up, caressed the bristles, and my worst fears were confirmed... Ted used my toothbrush. Now I am not a clean freak or anything, but as I later stated, 'I would rather that he not do that.' What bothers me most is that Ted a very stinky breath on a regualr basis, so it is difficult to gauge what type of bacteria was lurking in his mouth. Unfortunately from this point on I will have to remember to hide my toothbrush on a regular basis, but I'm sure that Ted will just use my roommate's instead. That is fine by me.