I was on the train on my way to work today. A guy was standing beside me when we were exiting and this awful smell of sweaty, yucky gym socks wafted over. Blech! Fortunately the doors opened soon after.
I am dreading going to my sweetie's grandparents house in a few weeks. I love them so, but his grandma smokes in the bathroom and on the enclosed porch. We always have to wash everything we bring with us three times when we get home, even if the clothes haven't been worn. Nothing nauseates me more than cigarette smoke.