When I opened the medicine cabinet at 5:07 in the morning, there were three tubes of toothpaste staring at me. (Actually, I was doing the staring, not the toothpaste.) One tube was full, and the others were squeezed clean.
At least that’s what I thought, but my wife, Sandy, had a different opinion. She was committed to getting toothpaste out of them even though I was ready to throw them in the trash. Have you ever heard of getting blood from a stone? The empty tubes were so twisted and gnarled they looked like they got run over by an 18-wheeler carrying a trailer of Jeep Cherokees.