where waves grow sweet

My boss, Mike, was leading a recent board meeting. After lunch, during an earnest discussion of the topics, I noticed a small breadcrumb on Mike’s chin. Sitting across the table, I tried to catch his eye and sent increasingly obvious signals in his direction. But my attempts availed nothing and the tiny distracting crumb stayed put.

After the meeting, I went to the restroom where I noticed a seed in my teeth… an enormous black seed displayed prominently between the front teeth I used to flash my winning smile throughout the afternoon. I erupted in laughter before the mirror as I realized the absurdity of obsessing over an insignificant object on Mike’s face while hosting a blaring one on my own. What was that verse about taking the plank out of your own eye before removing the speck – or crumb – from someone else’s?