Inspired by another thread about whether you drink from the bathroom tap.
DH had a sip from my bottle of water on the plane. He then left it behind. I discovered that when we arrived at the hotel at about 2am. He said I could quench my raging thirst from the bathroom tap.
I asked him if he was out of his mind. What manner of zombiefied crap would be decaying in the cold water tank of a hotel? He said it was perfectly safe and I was being precious. To prove it he filled a glass of water and downed it in one.
I said he was mad. He then told me to get a bottle of Evian from the mini-bar if I was so precious. I refused because it cost about £500 (possibly I exaggerate, but not by much).
We went to bed doing that thing other posters have mentioned about clinging on to the extreme edges so as not to touch.
I woke with a tongue like a little dried up plant. He'd got up early and been to the supermarket and brought back six litres of water. I think I drank about half a litre in one go.
We did not speak of this again but since then I have noticed his extremely provocative behaviour of always filling a tooth mug from hotel bathrooms and swigging.
I've never said anything, but one day he will come down with something resistant to all known antibiotics. And when he is on his death bed, bleeding from every orifice, I will say: 'It gives me no pleasure to say this, but I told you so.'