Stench Warfare

Jan and I were at Movie Village renting movies for tonight's Circuit and suddenly we smelled a foul and disturbing odour.

There were two kids—I would guess twelve or thirteen years old—near us, and they stunk. In a big, big way. We discretely moved away from them, while holding our noses, waving our hands before our faces and saying "PIEW!" as discretely as we could. The poor children must be in need of some medical attention, I thought to myself.

They left, but the smell didn't. In fact, it spread throughout the store. It was, apparently, a stink bomb.

And I wept for the poor employees who must remain within that poorlventilateded stench-bucket of a store for the rest of the day. The fresh air outside smelt great.