FPS: HamYeast at the Store So the other day, I'm shopping at one of the crappier examples of a Texas grocery store everybody loves, but it's usually not so bad. I'd never encountered anything there like the rancid stench that hit me in the checkout lane. I rationalized that some groceries had expired or something, but instinctively I knew that particular stench. I wish to God I didn't, but I work with a spherical guy you can literally smell coming. Anywhere within 10-15 feet of him is a nauseating, yeasty aura that forces me to actively try to suppress gag reflexes. This same pungent strain of stank increased when I approached the counter. I considered leaving my groceries there and walking off, but toughed it out. I looked around for the source, and could easily isolate it by smell. The checker the next aisle over was a woman with the exact same spherical shape as the guy I thought of, with a similar fridge sized circumference. Her backside was pointed at me, and I made the grim observation that there's no way she could possibly reach back there to take care of herself. Shouldn't somebody like that working at the grocery store be against the health code?