I just got off an elevator ride with a foul-smelling bike messenger. It's supposed to get to 103 today, and it's already very warm, but this wasn't the normal odor of exertion. This was a stench, a deeply seated anti-social miasma.

I've had several friends who were or are bike messengers, and none of them ever stank like this guy. I can still smell him; I think some of the stink vapors are yet clinging to me. Oh dear bog, I hope they didn't infect my mocha. Iced mocha.