One fine morning, as I was preparing myself for the workday ahead and listening to my local NPR station, WBUR, I was stopped in my tracks. Lobster teeth, I heard the radio announcer say. What?! That's ridiculous! Lobsters don't have teeth! . . . Do they? Honestly!--I exclaimed to myself. (It was not immediately apparent whether the resident felines had heard this stunning news, as well.)
Reeling from this unanticipated revelation (as most revelations usually are, one supposes), I stood in the hallway of my apartment, hands flexed at my sides in disbelief, like a two-year-old confronted with a staggering moment of cognitive dissonance. I stopped. I stood there. And I really listened.
Ah, ok. It was a commercial advertising a dental clinic. (Yes, I am in that demographic, but that is another story.) Coming to my senses, I caught the tail end of the spot . . . Advanced treatment for lost or missing teeth. Suffice it to say, my ears had misled me. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
