When I worked at the movie theater, I used to get stuck working with this guy who smelled soo bad, it was like he took a bath in b.o.; just rubbed it all over him good.
The worst times were when we were alone together in the box office during the late afternoon when the sun would hit the box office directly, then it would just be like a b.o. hotbox.
I'm surprised I never passed out from it all.
Omg there was this time when I had him AND this girl who apparently had never met a bar of soap in her life and she kind of smelled like pickles in the box office at the same time.
Death.