He forgot to buy toothpaste. Again. Nothing came out of the flattened tube. He pushed, twisted, and rolled the end, like an accordion, towards the opening. A pea-sized drop squirted out, surprising him.
He scooped it up from the bottom of the sink with his brush and started cleaning his teeth. He held the frothy paste in his mouth longer than he liked, the minty foam dripping down his throat. He spit and rinsed the brush under cold water. He scrubbed the sink with his fingers and dried them on hand towel hanging on a hook screwed into the wall.