This is to be a short, yet shocking story.
Now I’m not all that squeamish really. I’ll gut a fish. I’ve changed hundreds of my children’s nappies. The sight of blood doesn’t make be feel weak. Hell I’ve even dissected cadavers at university. BUT THIS!!!
I had a comfortable half hour before I had to board the plane back to Honiara. Fast food in the Solomons doesn’t include Red Rooster. So I sat down in anticipation of enjoying a chicken strip wrap, chips and coke.
It was delicious although I wasn’t hungry in the first place. I scanned the other patrons to silently share their communal delight.
The man was about 60ish years old. A delightful fella with a twinkle in his eye and an obvious affinity for the exact meal I was devouring. A kindred spirit. A stranger I took a liking to immediately.
I’m a people watcher. If I could make a living out of speaking to nobody and silently watching people in airports all day I’d do it. I watch beautiful women. I watch teenagers getting their parents riled up. I love watching people late for a flight. I pride myself on being able to evaluate people-situations.
I watched this man.
He was so very fond of his caesar wrap that he embarked on a quite furious licking of his fingers.
I couldn’t help but watch. It was fascinating how much he loved his food. Endearing really. Lovely old guy! I liked his youthfulness. I am a good judge of character.
At that point I stopped chewing and did something I don’t believe I have ever done before. I left half of my food uneaten. Why?
He wasn’t licking his fingers. He had extracted his false teeth and was passionately licking THEM clean instead. Very clean. Top and bottom plates.
I may have misjudged him.