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False Teeth My boyfriend has a set of fake teeth and I hate them. The teeth are incredibly realistic and are molded to look like a protruding set of rotting choppers. He ordered them online from a place that supplies false teeth for movies. He thinks they are precious because they are some of the best false teeth money can buy. To protect them he keeps them stored in the special plastic case they came in.
As soon as I recover from laughing I usually chastise my boyfriend in a harsh tone to demonstrate enough anger to show him that the laughter he provokes actually belies rage. I think this is why he recently decided to keep his false teeth hidden from me. This is also why I sought out the location of the false teeth and have now placed them somewhere he’ll never think of looking.
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Copyright © 2001 Hope E. Marino All rights reserved
In
recent days he has taken to inserting the plastic teeth at random times of
day to get a reaction out of me. I think the teeth are grotesque and
they are in fact smelly up close. When he puts them in I usually fall
into hysteric laughter and avert my eyes from him until he removes the teeth.
My laughter is more of a nervous laughter like the kind you have as a result
of being tickled. I have always thought that getting laughs by tickling
someone is cheap and cruel. It is laughter of helpless anxiety, not
joy, and that’s just sick. Apparently my boyfriend loves to see this
reaction so he puts them in whenever I’m not suspecting it.