It happened to me again today. Post lunch, I walked into the restroom and was assaulted by the overpowering peppermint smell of toothpaste. Standing at the basins (meant for three) were 4 women busy going brush-brush-brush. They all had this little kit with tooth-brush, tooth-paste, make up and tissues. I sidled past longing for a lota.
Different folks sure have different strokes. To me the hygiene of my rear end ranks higher.
The positive bit – guilt from being around these folks has me brushing teeth twice a day too. Lets hope my enamel doesn’t run away from the unaccustomed abuse.