Because, sometimes...

Heeee! That happenend to me once.  TINS ALERT:

Back in October '88, I spent my Fall Break wandering about in Greece.  First we took the overnight train to Brindisi.  Next morning we hung-out at Brindisi, in wait for the evening ferry to Patras.  From Patras in a slow bus to Athens. And finally another evening ferry from Piraeus to Iraklio, Crete.

What I'm getting to, is that after many-many miles, and after three full days without a shower, I was getting quite ripe in my drawers.  Thus, as we were disembarking the ferry all passangers had to pass the "whiff test".  The "Whiff Test" was expertly performed by the resident Greek Police's K-9 Drug Interdiction Unit.  As I lined-up on the gang-plank, I saw as the German Sheppherd went to work.

Mental Check: "I don't do drugs, nor carry any "special" packages for any one.  So I'll be fine".

Sniff-Sniff, politely went the doggie.  "Go - yer O.K." said the handler to the matronly lady... On and on, the doggie went Sniff-Sniff to everyone.  That was until it met me and my wall of rankness.

As I stepped on to the quai, the pooch went straight to my crotch and in a great WHEEZE, he lets out a loud COUGH, followed by SNEEZE-SNEEZE!!! 

For an instant there, I got concerned.  Did the dog flag me for a positive? I didn't know that I was that foul-smelling! I hope I didn't permanently damage his olfactory sensors...

"Go - yer O.K." retorts the handler.

Whew - For a moment there, I almost thought I killed the dawggie.