The bus stopped and about 10 people got on. When the doors closed, the smell of BO was extreme, like I had never smelled before. It was also close. So close, that I was able to pinpoint it to (of course) the guy sitting in front of me.
But there are some things that you just have to deal with. I mean, really, what can you say to extreme BO on a crowded bus? "Excuse me, sir, but you smell horrible."? All that’s going to do is make him feel bad and me feel guilty for having said something to him when he really couldn’t do anything about it.
About 10 minutes passed until someone else mentioned this horrible smell that I had been suffering through, but it was not the sort of comment I expected to hear. The girl behind me said to her friend, "You smell that? Yum. I smell McDonald’s. I could go for some McDonald’s right now."
And sure enough, that wretched smell was not BO from the guy in front of me, it was from the hamburger he was eating. I could not have been more surprised if someone had said "Mmm, BO, I want to lick me some of that armpit."