Don't you hate it when you're at the laundromat and someone brings in a tonne of laundry which reeks like bad BO? (hmmm bad BO...I guess there's no other kind). UNlucky for me the laundromat is a long thin building with a small entrance on one side. I am sitting all the way at the back and there is a light breeze blowing past the smelly man and his smelly laundry all the way down the length of the room and into my nose.