Men in all shapes and sizes are lined up at the coffee counter and behind the coffee counter. Any one of these "go-getters" or "slackers" here for either their commuting coffee or their first time-waster of the day could have brought this smell into the shop. But which one?
Is it the loser in baggy cargo shorts with ankle socks and a boring beige sweater? Is it the man in a decent suit with a preppy bob that belongs on a tennis lover in CT? Who smells like diahrea??
And why can't I spend just one hour away from home without having to think about, wipe or smell feces?
Life is so cruel. Oh! I bet it's THAT GUY with the tight khakis with front pleats, mild facial hair and glasses. HE'S the one who smells like diahrea! Ok, problem solved. As you were.
