FUZZY logic

So just now in the crowded train cabin from Orchard, I found myself in a strange predicament where I came face-to-face with the fuzzy axilla of a slender man with short cropped hair. With everybody literally sardinized, I'd certainly wished I could have rested my eyes on something more alluring. No prize for guessing the correct scent(s) my nose picked up at that moment. Of course I'd held my breath, what benefit of the doubt?!! What were you thinking?

Maybe I was on an OD after journeying through one station, but I sure had to resist the urge to tap on Mr Fuzzy's shoulders and tell him to perhaps consider de-gorilla-ing his armpits. Honestly!