I was in the grocery store yesterday, picking out stuff to make pico de gallo, a spinach salad, and whatnot when I got close to a middle-aged woman wearing that godawful TAG cinnamon-musk. There's only one person who should be wearing cinnamon musk, and that's someone who's been eating chili dogs and driving a semi for 18 hours. Cinnamon musk; the most incendiary of scents, a full-on napalm strike to the nosehairs.
I dove out of the way and went to the opposite end of the store and then slowly circled back... only to find another woman in her 50s draped over the countertop at the checkout counter (you know, people who don't just lean on a table, they actually kinda LAY across it? Like they're trying to sink the 8 ball?) and she reeked of urine, whether it was an adult diaper that needed changing or she just went in her pants.
Stuff like this is why I don't like going out.
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I dove out of the way and went to the opposite end of the store and then slowly circled back... only to find another woman in her 50s draped over the countertop at the checkout counter (you know, people who don't just lean on a table, they actually kinda LAY across it? Like they're trying to sink the 8 ball?) and she reeked of urine, whether it was an adult diaper that needed changing or she just went in her pants.
Stuff like this is why I don't like going out.
Share your smelly people stories, here!