Diabeetus Beast at the Bank I had to go to the bank this morning. Unfortunately, for this particular transaction, I couldn't use the ATM, so I had to stand in line waiting for a teller. There's two short, chunky chicks in front of me, and a few people ahead of them. There's only 3 tellers open. It's going to be a while. May as well browse FPH while I wait. All of a sudden, I smell it. This horrible, putrid stench that smells like rotting flesh, with a distinctly sweet undertone. It couldn't be the smallfats in front of me, or else I would have noticed it immediately. I turn around, and there's this obeast mouthbreather standing directly behind me. He's short, maybe 4'10" and is as wide as he is tall. I couldn't bear the smell. Being pregnant gives me the superpower of a heightened sense of smell, and the morning sickness has been particular bad this week. I'm standing in line, and I start gagging. Breakfast wants to make a reappearance. I reach into my purse and pull out my little tin of Bag Balm which I smear across my upper lip to try and mask the smell from said obeast. It's not working. Its stench is too strong. Now 100% of my energy is focused on not vomiting inside the bank. Finally, it's my turn to go up to the teller. I begin my transaction, relieved to be out of the immediate vicinty of the beetus beast. Then, the teller directly beside me frees up, and he calls the oreogre over. There's that smell again. It honestly smelled like one of the obeast's limbs were rotting off. I watched the hamplanet hobble over, and then it donned on me; it's gotta be beetus rot. It just HAS to be. There's no other explanation for that rotting-flesh-mixed-with-sweetness smell. I quickly finished my business with the teller, and bolted out of that bank as fast as I could. Finally, fresh air. Thank God. But the damage was done. My nose was telling my stomach that it had to evacuate its contents, and I ended up puking in the bushes outside the bank. This has been the first and only time I've vomited during this pregnancy. I don't think anybody saw me, thank goodness. I climbed into my car, and drove myself home. Half an hour later, and I still feel queasy. TL;DR: I went to the bank this morning, and an obeast got in line behind me. Its stench was so foul, I ended up vomiting outside the bank, and I still feel sick because of it. Next time a hamplanet claims their weight doesn't affect anybody else, they should read this story.