Note the evil toothbrush expressions. They're coming for you.
Last night, my electric toothbrush went all Stephen King on our butts.
And then, things took a turn for the laughably bizarre when I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Babe, the damn thing doesn’t want to stop vibrating!” What the neighbours must have thought…
After a while of repeatedly ramming the off switch my hubby’s fingers started going numb from the vibrations, so he put the thing down on the rug. Where it proceeded to emit intermittent buzzing noises while jerking around like an indie kid on E – if indie kids spit toothpaste at random intervals. It would have driven the cat insane, if she weren’t wedged halfway under the electric blanket, snoring her head off.
We ended up leaving the thing running in the second bathroom, the one furthest from where we’d be sleeping, to wear itself out. We locked the bathroom door. One can never be too safe, these days.
Seriously, though: oral hygiene of a demonic nature sounds like the perfect plot for a B-grade gorefest. Or a whole new genre of dentistry torture-porn. Just imagine the removable top popping off and the sharp bit drilling into your gums like a demented tattoo needle… And we put stuff like this into our mouths, willingly. Open wide!
ha! my toothbrush horror movie needs to have some kind of gratuitous date scene in there…
On a serious note: the sudden cold and dry air produces a lot of static causing electronic equipment to short and develop AI tendencies. Last week a friend lost all the USB ports on his PC this way. So be wise, de static-ize!
And it didn’t even buy you dinner!