We went out for a casual, though not low end, dinner last night and about three quarters through, the table next to us turned over and a couple was seated. About two seconds later, I noted a really powerful, foul whif of BO. The whif turned into an oppressive cloud that quickly filled the space - heads were turning, the waitress looked uncomfortable...really, really bad.
Needless to say, it was just gross. There was no way to enjoy, let alone stomach, the rest of our meal, so we had the rest boxed up, I downed my wine, and we made like a banana and split.
But I still feel a bit incredulous about this whole scenario. How the heck is it that a person can carry such a powerful odor and not know it? How did his DC (well, in fairness I guess it could have been her stinking up the place) not manage to say "honey, you need a bath and some deordorant before we go out"?
Anyone else ever have this experience? What does one do in a situation like this, as a patron or proprietor?
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