A couple days ago, I noticed something black in Mike’s teeth.
I looked at him more closely, a bit confused. I knew he hadn’t recently eaten a kiwi fruit or a poppy seed muffin.
So I looked again.
And I noticed a couple of wings jutting out from what I now realized was an ebony body.
Augh. A bug.
I gasped, thoroughly grossed out, and pointed out the protein he had lodged between two of his teeth.
“Oh,” he laughed. “That’s how you know I’m a happy biker.”