I have no idea what’s causing it, either. I checked my shoes. Checked my socks. Checked my pits. Even went into the men’s room and checked my shorts. They all come up clean.
And yet, there’s no denying it: I smell like 350 pounds of decaying flesh. Quite the mystery. Perhaps I died over the weekend and didn’t realize it? Is such a thing possible?
Oh well. If the smell isn’t gone by tomorrow, I’ll make an appointment with Doc Steinbrau to get checked out. In the meantime, I’d recommend an upwind defensive position when I’m in the immediate vicinity. Toodle-oo.