I hate it when some McDonald's-eating jackass Japanese guy stands on the train, armpit wide to the car, giving off that funk, that oily, musky, nasty, impossible to ignore wave of stink. And everyone looks at me, the only foreigner on the car, and I can read their thought balloons: "Oh, man. Foreigners DO stink."
NO. NO. NO. We know about body odor. We know how to MANAGE it. It's this potbellied, greasy looking McNugget next to me who is causing you grief.
