How well I remember approaching a colleague at an evening event and almost falling over at the first whiff of his garlicky breath. “Just come from dinner?” I inquired with a smile. “Yea,” he responded con brio. “We had Italian.”
“I would have guessed Greek,” I said, and slipped him a mint, brushing a bit of bread crumb off his beard (I thought it was feta cheese) and straightening his tie before sending him out to meet his public.
It’s a good thing he was speaking from a distance that night. Can you imagine the fate of the poor bed-ridden hospital patient receiving a visit from their pastor with such breath? If we believe in a healing God, we should not be Angels of Death Breath.
Darlings, thou shalt not leave the house without thy Altoids.
Even better are my favorite dental picks that you can get in handy little boxes from the health food store. I always have a box in my car and in my purse. They get out the icky food particles that cause bad breath and are dipped in refreshing, antibacterial tea tree oil, what a bonus!
PeaceBang recommends:
>Tea Tree Oil Dental Picks by Desert Essence, $3.25 for 100 at
http://tinyurl.com/gpv5d
>Carrying a hanky at all times
