Dear Ms. Tin-foil Stink,
4 of us saw you at the bus stop wondering what was in that mysterious tinfoil package that you were caressing with your hands. We kept trying to get a glance at it and caught each other several times in the process. Alas, you didn’t reveal your goods until you were on the bus sitting directly behind me.
I heard the soft crackle of tin-foil opening and several heads turned around; no surprise that it was the other 3 gentleman who were stealing glances at your mystery package 5 minutes earlier.
Then it hit me.
The god awful smell of your breakfast food waffled through the air as gently as a scud missile during Desert Storm. I immediately turned around and saw that you were eating a huge hunk of Munster cheese.
After realizing what you were eating, I immediately turned around to make it painfully less obvious that I was on the verge of vomited in my mouth. The master card moment was when the person sitting next to you got up and moved 5 rows up to try to evade the smell.
Don’t get me wrong. I love cheese. Everyone loves cheese. It’s just that myself and your fellow bus commuters just don’t love the world’s 4th smelliest cheese in the morning sitting right next to us.
May we suggest a tasty Starbucks breakfast sandwich instead?