No, no, not mine.
That B.O. was an amiable contribution to my day from one or two guys on the MRT this morning. (Those who don't know, MRT is the subway here in Singapore). They needed to bathe real bad. I won't tell you their skin color but I'll let you guess.
Which brought me to this: if they can control what we do and bring on the MRT with all sorts of fanciful fines and signs, why can't they simply ban B.O. from public transport?
We'd walk through a metal-detector look-alike machine that would sniff our pits and fits, and it would beep loud for the 'fragrant ones' and they'd be sent back home to wash, or made to wear an Hawaiian flower necklace.
A taxi driver once smelt fish in our grocery bags and asked us to put them in the trunk, so hey, it's not like nobody can do a thing about smells, right?
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