I had a very gross experience last week.

If you'll recall, I got a job in February which required me to wear
polo shirts with tortoiseshell b's, which are my least favorite
kind. I was dealing with it fairly well. Every once in awhile if I
was actually thinking about it I'd have to fight a gag, or if they
made that horrible plinking noise when I threw them in the washer I
would gag.

Well this was much worse than any of that. I arrived to work early
one day and was noticing that there was a thread loose on one of the
b's. (EWWWW!) If I get a loose thread on a sock I just pull it until
I can break it off. I thought this was going to be like that so I
pulled the thread. The entire b came off and landed on my hand!
EWWWW!!!! Then like an idiot I did the same thing with another b on
the same shirt!

So now I have one b left (out of three) on this shirt that I have to
wear for the entire day and two b's sitting in the little
compartment under my radio in my car. I couldn't pick them up
without a papertowel and I didn't have one, so they just sat there,
mocking me. I couldn't even eat my breakfast.

Actually, it's days later now and they are still there. I had to
cover them up with a CD case so I don't have to look at them. Yuck
yuck yuck!!!!

Down with the b's!!!!
~Lisa