This past weekend I flew to and from Fayetteville, NC. I had a book signing there and got a chance to visit by my big sis and mom. By the way, the Barnes & Noble that hosted my signing really rolled out the red carpet for me. Very impressive. Hi Donna!
Anyway, back to the bad breath. I must have been jinxed. Here’s the low down:
Plane ride there—bad breath victim in my vicinity.
Sitting in the terminal in Charlotte—another chronic halitosis.
Airline attendant—can anyone say shoo?
Plane ride home—I had to put a napkin over my nose.
Not kidding here. I’m wondering, has anyone heard of mints? Or just plane brushing your teeth?
It makes me think of that Listerine commercial where a lady is sitting next to a man on an airplane. He’s snoring, mouth open, obviously stinking up the area. She slips a Listerine strip into his mouth.
Oh, if only I would’ve had a pocket full of those Listerine strips.