While waiting for a flight between the Gold Coast and Sydney on Sunday night, I popped into the bathroom. Standing at the sink was a lady of some older years. She was washing something in the sink with a great deal of concentration. I looked over absently, and straight away wished I hadn’t.
She was cleaning her dentures. Not while they were in her mouth. No, she was holding them in one hand and giving them a vigorous scrubbing with a toothbrush held in the other. Now, I know that foul taste you get in your mouth after having been cooped up in an airplane for hours. I know the desperate need to get some semblance of freshness. But, seriously? That was just gross to witness.
