Remember once on a longish late evening flight back from Rotterdam to eastern seaboard UK – tea consisted of a mean shank of ham on the bone. Dropped the dam thing down amongst the rudder pedals during some turbulence. You cannot believe what lives down amongst the rudder pedals. After a very awkward retrieval - one was removing bits of washers, pen tops, grit and sh(one)t –from ones dentition - for days afterwards.
Moral: always have a peek outside and avoid dark grey ominous stuff before masticating.
