*Cue up 90’s jingle* Fresh goes better, Mentos freshness, fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life!
Bad breath— A problem that effects many—and I’m not talking about those who are the carriers of the breath but those of us who are witness of the funk. I’m not saying that at times we don’t experience our own bouts with unpleasant breath—like first thing in the morning, after eating onions or garlic, and sometimes even occasional stale breath.
But I’m talking about those with consistently questioning—nope not questioning—undoubtedly appalling breath. This is the breath that is as much as part of them as them as their skin color.
I’m sure that it is uncomfortable for folks who have been diagnosed with dragon breath—but what about those who seem to be oblivious to their own perpetual condition?
These folks walk around with total disregard for personal space. You know the ones—the ones that will lean over and whisper in your face spewing a sentence full of unnecessary ‘H’ words. You are stuck there holding back your tears, trying to dodge the menacing bully and dreaming of making it rain listerine strips.
Clearly, nd them to keep their mouth shut. Everybody knows that this person has rank odor floating from their mouth but this person has obviously never been tortured by the onion sauna stewing in the back of their throat. It is so bad and they don’t even know it. If they did know it they would make it their duty to chew more gum. All. Of. The. Time
The real question is what to do in these moments? Of course if this person is a dear friend, you can say “Bruh Mentos never hurt anyone.” But when you don’t know the person that well or the person is a boss—its not so easy. Do they know they know that their very presence is ever offending? I’ve witnessed several beautiful personalities fall victim to (at no fault of their own) pungent breath. They’ve been picked last for kickball, ignored as romantic prospects and overlooked for promotions.
Other than matrix dives, rounds of freeze tags, and avoiding all forms of communications I haven’t figured out the best way to deal with folks dealing with putrid orifices. Again, I know it’s not their fault and I’m not trying to be mean, I’m simply asking “How do you deal with the funk?” Leave a comment and let me know!
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