Halfway through a meeting with my professor, he turned away and reached into his briefcase. He pulled out a tin of Altoids, opened it, and offered it to me.
I took one.
“Take two.” He urged.
Was he telling me my breath smelled? I didn’t smell anything, but who ever smells their own stinkiness? At this point, my self-esteem leaked right out of my ears and onto his floor. Because my self-esteem is tied directly to my level of bad breath.
I’m thinking this was my husband’s fault. Him and his delicious basil-garlic pesto, which I ate directly before working with my professor. Because usually, my breath smells like rainbows and sunflowers.
Just ask Joe.