I'm sitting on a plane right now headed for Milwaukee. I know I have bad breath. It's 3.00pm, I've been up since eight o'clock and I haven't eaten a thing. I'm starving. I am reminded of times I have been around people with breath so bad they only had to breathe and the room was cleared. Perhaps the tables have turned and this is me right now. How would I know? How CAN one know? These people sitting next to me may well be acting commendably tolerant for all I know. But they can't go anywhere; it's a full flight. Perhaps they think they have bad breath too. I suppose lunch might arrive down the aisle soon. Maybe just peanuts. That won't sort me out. I'd prefer a mint right now.