About 13 or 14 years ago, I got my braces removed. My teeth looked spectacular. I don't remember much about the day I got them removed, other than it was the first day I noticed that my jaw had an audible click when I opened my mouth wide. I'm convinced something done that day caused this click. It's not painful, but it is annoying. And it never went away.

Fast forward to last week, when I went to Panera Bread for lunch. I had a tasty Frontega Chicken sandwich and a french toast bagel. As I was chewing the bagel, my jaw started to get a little fatigued, and had a feeling that was just shy of something I would classify as pain. I opened wide to stretch out my mouth, then closed. Hm. I did it again. Immediately, I noticed that my jaw was not clicking. Understand that this is something that had been part of my everyday life for around 14 years, and suddenly it disappeared halfway through a french toast bagel.

I spent the next couple of hours opening and closing my mouth, thinking that it was too good to be true. But it wasn't. Well, it was good, but not too good. No wait, it was too good, but not too good to be true. Right. Over the next several days, my mind was racing about possible medicinal uses for this newly dubbed "miracle bagel." I could storm into Panera and say, "Panera, I want as many french toast bagels as you can make!" I'd take them to my tank in the parking lot and individually wrap them in zip-lock bags to lock in the freshness. Then I'd travel around NY, visiting hospitals and nursing homes, donating the miracle healing bagels. In fact, why stop at NY? I could make it a crusade, travel all over the US, then to Canada and Mexico (I apologize to those overseas, but I'm traveling by tank and cannot possibly get to where you are). I had my route all mapped out and everything.

Then, this morning, I was flossing my teeth. As I opened wide to get between my teeth in the back of my mouth, I felt an all to familiar CLICK.

It's just as well, I don't really like to travel anyway.