I always tell my friends that I prefer to date Asian fellas because they usually have less body odor than most. We concluded that maybe it had to do with the lack of hair on their bodies (thank goodness!) but tonight, Jellybean and I got a whiff of something too aromatic for our sensitive noses.
We lucked out and got Mr. Whiffy to be our server at a wedding. Not only did he leave something less desired, he had the grouchiest face for a person in the service industry. After much anticipation for the food because it was so delayed, we were happy to see that the service began for the tables. Mr. Whiffy leaned over to place individual portions of each dish on the lazy susan and Jellybean was fortunate enough to sit in his pathway. The look on her face changed slowly but dramatically as she sniffed the air under his armpit. Unpleasant...yes. Bearable...barely. Holding her breath became a contest each time he approached the table. It also possibly caused us to lose our appreciation of the ten-course meal as he would lean over for each course.
My myth of asians being without body odor is now dashed. Mr. Whiffy was one smelly cat!
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