Ever been on a train and be suddenly imbued with an awful scent of stench as if you just walked into a crap-filled toilet?
And I would peer through either ends of my peripheral vision and literally roll my eyes around my eye-sockets wondering where that amonious fragrance came from. After eyeballing the burly guy in the Armani suit for a while, no prizes for guessing who. Let’s put it this way, let’s just say the smell was emanating from that direction.
It’s not the usual pungent cheesy smells of unwashed hair or salty-pickled-in-sweat nasal-haired droppings lingering around the doorway to the cavaity. No. This was much worse. And I suspect it came from further south around the rolypoly-ness of his curvy tummy.
He doesnt look like he had dirty habits, nor dyfunctional issues. But then again, who really knows. And I dont really care. My only concern was my enjoyment of the train ride that I paid good money for. And I intend to make sure my enjoyment of the air-conditioning was well worth the money and hopefully not flavoured.
The only conclusion I could think of was that he must suffer from uncontrollableflickalytis. I cant think of anything else that could have such onimous impact.