Titus’ Smile

There is something about Titus’ smile that makes him believe he is irresistible. He always says his name and flashes his teeth at whomever he is introducing himself to. The advice about smiling at a stranger should not apply to Titus. Unfortunately for many strangers and me, we had to suffer through Titus’ crooked smile and if he decides we were worth it, his yellow teeth. The appeal was what I was yet to see, but Titus could see it.
Now, you’re probably reading this note and wondering why it is attached to a man who has been knocked out. The man is Titus and if you’re doubting, go ahead and check his teeth. Yellow, right? He should be breathing, but if he’s not, send the cops my way. I’ll gladly take responsibility for his death. It may be an unorthodox reason to kill a man but I’m a desperate lady. Notice how I’m referring to Titus as a man and me as a lady. That’s because I believe we have a responsibility to the world we live in, and to the people we come in contact with in our daily life.
That responsibility is to look our best at all times and to smell amazing. Be a sight for sore eyes and a smell for sore nose. We owe to the strangers we come in contact with our best selves.
Titus wouldn’t be lying on your floor if I hadn’t broken my arm. In all the days I’ve known Titus, I never had to bother myself about the state of his teeth. Then on this day, yesterday, I was riding my bike and Titus thought it’d be fun to flash his anomaly at me. Now, his teeth aren’t supposed to catch me off-guard, I’ve seen them countless times. But they did. Why? What changed? The colour of his teeth changed. The acquired a brighter shade of yellow. It was disturbing and it made me lose control, and in my panicked state, I hit the brake and flew off my bike. Hello, broken arm.
If you manage to get Titus awake before working on his teeth, ask him what he applies on his teeth to give it that radiant colour. I want to know.
I should be giving this story as a testimony, but I decided to write it as a note to you.
Doctor Dentist, sir, I don’t play around. I’m willing to do anything, walk through hell and back to return Titus’ teeth to his former state. I should be there having this conversation with you, but I have a broken arm and I need to pay those who helped knock Titus’ out. Can you do something about his teeth before he wakes up? If you try everything and it doesn’t work, you have my permission to render him toothless.

Signed,
His object of admiration.