And then there was the time I found a tooth in an ATM in Glasgow.
I practically heard you go, “A WHAT?!”
Yeah. A tooth.
My brother, Bryan, and sister-in-law, Laura, had just landed in Glasgow for a visit. I think stopping at the ATM was one of the first things we did after I got them settled at my flat and took them into city centre to explore.
There it was, sitting above the keypad, if I remember correctly.
How did it get there?
That’s what I’d like to know.
(Except I also kind of don’t.)
What I do know is that whatever happened, someone somewhere was going
Lesson learned: Some things seem to only happen in Glasgow.