Every morning the bloke who sits opposite to my desk goes and buys some form of sandwich. He gets back to his desk about 9.30am and then opens his mouth and takes out his false teeth normally followed by a trail of spit. Then he puts the teeth in his pocket and wipes his hands on his trousers. Then eats his sandwiches and then puts them back in. EVERY BLOODY MORNING I HAVE TO WATCH THIS.