some of his coworkers said he always smelled, but that it was "directional," depending upon how his body was angled toward them.
when counseled by management about maintaining a certain level of hygiene, he claimed the odor was a result of open sores.
one day a coworker offered me a snack, in particular a box of Bugles. he was thirty feet away, but I swear when I started opening the inner bag, his ears swiveled like radar dishes toward the sound, followed by the ponderous turning of his body. instantly, his porcine eyes lasered in on the salty treats. I felt violated.