The Mystery of Toothbrushes
Earlier tonight I stood at the grocery store in front of the huge wall of toothbrushes trying to decide which one I should buy. Am I the only one that has absolutely no clue how to tell any of the brushes apart? I understand the softness of the bristles, but after that, I’m lost. They come in all shapes, sizes, and (mostly hideous) colors.
It’s a bit of a brilliant marketing scheme though, because I’m betting the average life of a toothbrush is longer than the memory span of its user. Suffice to say, if I buy a toothbrush that really sucks, I have absolutely no way of making sure I don’t make the same mistake three months from now.
Inevitably staring at them for a minute or two, I always buy the one with the least offensive color scheme – should someone else ever see it. At least there’s a method to the madness.