You stink!

I was sitting on the train this morning reading the newspaper when an overpowering stink came to my attention. It was a rancid body odor that caused me to knit my brow into tight layers of furrows as I grimaced.

I looked up to see who the offending individual was. The expectation was that some homeless dreg of the city had stepped in and was standing by the doorway, but to my surprise the only person standing there was a tidy looking guy who resembled Gerard Butler who was holding onto both poles in front of the doorway of the train.

He shifted his position and put his arms at his sides. The cruel stench went away. He put his arms back up and the vile odor returned. Shit! It was this guy!

Then as we were in the long tunnel between Queens and Manhattan he walked to the other side of the train. I watched as the strap-hangers there tried to escape this guy's body odor. The funny part was, at that moment when people were vanishing from around him he made a funny gesture I recognized as a scent test of his armpit. How do you walk out of the house in the morning not knowing you stink like rotting garbage?