Last night, at the movie, I had a piece of tomato & garlic pizza and a greek salad with various garlic adornments. All of which was eaten very close to my body, at approximately chest level. Afterward, I was often grabbing my sweatshirt, nervously chewing at the collar, and hiding my face inside of it...
This morning I went to put said shirt on again (common fare for me until the hoodie can sit up on it's own,) and was overpowered by the waft of garlic smell that had permeated the article of clothing. Thinking little of it I went on my way. All day long I could almost taste the pizza from the night before. I can't imagine that others were very impressed with my odor...
