The Tell-All Toothbrush

Nothing tells the truth about a person more intimately than a toothbrush.

An old pink electric one proudly displayed on the bathroom counter with cracked bristles so hard they could sand furniture.

Meanwhile nobody's actually brushing.

Because honestly… why bother?

When every year you can simply visit your old girlfriend the dentist for a cleaning.

Which somehow slowly turns into every nine months.

Then every six months.

Then suddenly the cavities become… convenient.

At some point the dental work starts feeling less like oral hygiene and more like unresolved feelings with fluoride.

The dentist even sends you home with a brand new toothbrush every visit.

Like a pediatrician handing out lollipops after shots.

And every single new toothbrush immediately gets thrown into the junk drawer.

Still sealed.

Unused.

Perfectly functional.

Because the old toothbrush isn't really a toothbrush anymore.

It's decor.

And honestly? Only Oral-B knows for sure.