Please, No More Garlic

I don't know what people eat or bathe in, but some of them reek when they come into the store.

There's this one guy that comes in and he always smells heavily of garlic. I hate the smell of garlic. It's almost as if he rubbed his body in garlic. Maybe he did, I don't know what kind of kinky stuff he's into at home.

The sad part is that this guy is really nice. But I barely get to talk to him because of the garlic smell. You would think with the amount of beer he drinks he would smell like a drunk, but no. Do they make a garlic-flavored beer?

When I quit smoking I gained my sense of smell back. Sometimes I'd like to smoke again, or at least stuff a cigarette up my nose so that I don't have to smell some people.

If I had to choose, I'd probably prefer the smell of a dead skunk that got shit and pissed on by a bear and puked on by a deer. I'll take anything but the smell of garlic.

My coworker used to come in to work smelling like it. I told her she couldn't eat that stuff anymore or I wouldn't be able to work with her. I can't concentrate on giving my best customer service to people if the smell of garlic is lingering in the air.

I'm going to invent a contraption for cashiers that will block any rancid smell that comes into the store. I'll make millions because there are a lot of smelly people in the world.