After our plane reached its cruising altitude I stood up to get my iPod from my bag in the overhead compartment. Another bag was on top of mine so I pulled it out partway and as I did something fell out of the bin and landed smack in the lap of the guy sitting in front of me. I was still rummaging in my bag when he interrupted me.
He was holding a white tube out as far away from his body as he could by finger and thumb.
"I think you dropped this" he said.
I thanked him and took the tube from him, thinking it was diaper rash cream. I turned it over.
It was VAG*ISIL. And NOT MY Vag*isil either! And it was almost completely used up!
"Oh no no no no no. That's not mine" I said weakly and giggled unconvincingly.
Then I threw it as far as I could back into the overhead compartment.
I was extra careful when I took my bag out at the airport.