The man who works the counter at the laundromat/dry cleaners has the worst BO ever. It’s of the revolting kind that I always suspect will stick to me. Oh, he is very nice, always smiling and making non-intrusive small talk to me when I come in, but he smells as if his clothes have never been washed… despite being an employee and possibly part owner of a laundromat.
Though I fear for the purity of my just-laundered clothes, I really do appreciate the irony.
