text: Steve: Hi, what's up?
  Tom: Nothing much, you?
  Steve: Same. I'm going to work, fucking traffic jams.  
  Tom: Yeah, tell me about it. I'm in a bus and ppl just don't wash themselves, what's wrong with them??
  Steve: LOL, dunno but you're right. There should me some odour monitor at the door - so you always have to have a ticket and a clean armpit 
  Tom: Hahaha you're killing me lol 
  Steve: I should have it patented I could make a fortune 
  Tom: But imagine those crowds being rejected as the door, they would kill ya. With their armpits probably.
  Steve: "Died struck by a smelly armpit. May he rest in peace." 
target: Steve has a hard time on a bus in traffic jam stuck with smelly people.