A warm Spring breeze wafted through the city bus and delivered a pungent aroma of body odour to Gustav’s nostrils. He sniffed, then looked around to see that he was alone at the back end of the bus.
It was a horrifying discovery. As casually as he could, he smelled his armpit. The stench was staggering. Even worse was that he smelled like this all day and no one mentioned anything, Then again, who knows how to broach the subject?
“Speaking of smelling like a camel…”
As bad as he felt, Gustav wondered if this was normal and it’s just the first time he’s ever noticed. This could’ve gone on for weeks, maybe even months. What if people talked about his body odour behind his back? It enraged him. What kind of friends would let him live like this?
Gustav sighed. It’s not as if he could do anything about it anyway. He worked in a scent-free office. The term made him chortle. What’s scent free? Everyone has a smell. Is deodorant worse than the offensive stench he’s currently emitting? It serves them right, he thought. If he can’t help himself, they deserve to suffer. He’d show them scent-free.
As his mind drifted, Gustav was struck by another breeze. Maybe he’ll never shower again. He could be on the cutting edge of nose warfare. It made him smile. That was the moment Gustav decided to start the Revolution Against Nasal Tyranny.