The smelliest consumer in the world.

As I mentioned on Saturday, Tasha and I went shopping.  For part of our trip, we lighted in the Apple Store in the Flat Irons Mall so I could pick up a case for my new iPod touch.  After picking one out, the guy told me to come up to the counter and they would ring me up.

There was another guy standing near the crowded counter, calling in some discrepancy on his credit card.  While waiting for the guy to ring up my purchase, I quickly realized that the guy I was standing next to reeked.

Now, I’m not talking about “oops, forgot the deodorant this morning” kind of stink.  I’m talking about intentionally cultivated, spicy mustard after an extended gym workout kind of smell.  It was so pervasive that I just about said something to the guy about going around other human beings smelling like that but I decided not to.  The only other place in the world I have smelled something so bad was on Day Four of GenCon, after hundreds of sweaty gamers roamed around glistening from three days of no showers and late-night pizza fueled shenanigans.

Thank God the guy was somewhat speedy about ringing up my purchase so I could get out of the jalapeno armpit cloud that was threatening every well-intentioned iMac and iPhone in the place.

Dude, if you’re out there: SHOWERING IS COOL.  DEODORANT IS COOL.  SMELLING BAD IS NOT COOL.