It was early. Too early. I hadn't even opened my eyes fully when I stumbled into the bathroom, yawning like a bear after hibernation.
Still half-asleep, I reached for the toothpaste. Or so I thought.
The tube felt familiar. Same squishy feeling. I lazily squeezed some onto my toothbrush and started brushing.
Something was off.
The texture was weird. It didn’t foam. And it tasted... like hotel soap mixed with mint and regret.
I spat it out violently. “WHAT IS THIS?!”
I looked at the tube.
Herbal Anti-Dandruff Shampoo.
I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror, foam dripping from my lips like a failed mad scientist experiment. My brain had officially betrayed me.
The worst part? I had used a generous amount. My mouth smelled like eucalyptus. My tongue tingled for hours.
I texted my friend about it. Instead of sympathy, she responded with,
“On the bright side, your teeth are dandruff-free.”
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Later that day, I told my coworker what happened. He laughed so hard he choked on his coffee.
Now it’s a running joke at the office. Every time someone brushes their teeth, they check the label like it’s a bomb.
Lesson learned? Always check twice. And never trust your morning brain.