Foul Plantation

Allen and I met for lunch today and decided to go to Soup Plantation since you can get your food right away and that saves time. Well. It was very crowded and we had to wait a long time to get our salad and then pay and then find a table. We were seated by a fairly large man (okay, he would be considered obese), which was fine - at first. Through most of the meal he was just sitting down and not really getting up to get more food. When we were almost finished with our meal the big guy got up to get more food. I was eating my dessert when he returned. Well. Words can not explain the stench that emanated from that man. He didn't fart or anything, it was just some sort of body odor. I'll try to explain. It was a sour, old-sponge type of smell. Like what the folds of a bulldog might smell like, but human. Needless to say, I almost hurled. As most of you already know, I am very sensitive to smells and can and will throw up if forced to smell gross things. I threw my spoon down, told Allen, "We need to leave NOW," and bolted the hell out of there. Ick.