Stink stank stunk

I’m living in a dream world, I know. But dang, it would be nice to be able to trespass some of these nasty customers who come in smelling like they ain’t wiped their asses or showered since Nixon was in office.

*Disclaimer, I’m not referring to those without means/ability to take care of hygiene. But those who make deliberate choices to assault me with their stench 3 aisles away.