There's a deli up the block that I only go to in extreme emergencies because it smells identically foully. In the 15 seconds it takes to purchase a Lotto ticket (Mega Millions is upwards of 200 million right now--one example of an emergency) you walk out of there stinkin' like a 14-year old mozzarella stick the rest of the goddamned day. Disgusting.
The point of this story: You can look cute in a new turquoise cotton frock even if it smells gross. Oh, and smells bother me. So if you're reading this, guy from the mailroom, please toss that uniform of yours in the laundry once a year. Your Pigpen cloud seriously makes me gag. It's so bad that I can tell when you've just re-stocked the pantry because it smells like a hamper. Then I've got to wait another fifteen minutes for the air to clear before I can pull myself together and return to make a cup of coffee. Thank you!