Flossing is really disgusting. I mean, I’m an advocate of it in the same way that I’m an advocate of other necessary gross stuff – like squeezing out your oily pores and cleaning out your waxy ears – but it’s seriously one of those things that reminds you how gross human bodies are. Have you ever looked real close at a piece of floss after it’s been in your little food-particle-filled mouth? Don’t. And whatever you do, don’t smell it. You’ll never be the same.

That said, can you imagine reusing a piece of floss that has already spent some quality time in some stranger’s mouth, picking up bits and pieces of the crap they’ve been stuffing in there, getting stuck between their molars? I imagine they’ve probably been eating wet cheese and spoiled tuna fish and hot dogs and runny eggs and mushy bananas and other stuff that gets in all the yuck mouth cracks and crevices and just festers – rots, I mean to say – in there. Oh, the thought is just horrible. And what if it’s someone with poor oral hygiene, whose gums bleed at the mention of the word “floss”? UGH. Reusing that floss would be like going to the city dump and eating all the mealy fruit and syringes you could find, as far as I’m concerned. As in, horrible. And as in, NOT worth a million dollars.

So, there you go. Used floss can take a walk.