Saw a coupla flippers today at GW. Had a cart overflowing with shoes as they cut a wide swath through the store. No one, including me (and I tried), could get within 30 feet of them because they had body odor the likes of which I never dreamed possible. Next stop was a Salvation Army, where I found a Bean Norwegian sweater, but they had obviously been there, too: The smell was still thick in the air, although they were nowhere in sight. Then I went to another GW, and I knew they were there as soon as I opened the door. It was beyond rank. I like to think that I have a pretty strong stomach, but there was just no way to cope with these guys. Other shoppers were moving away from them as they went through the aisles--they had an entire side of the store to themselves. I don't know if this is a new technique, but if you want to keep the competition at bay, don't bathe. Ever. That's what this smelled like. The cashier should've gotten combat pay. It was bad enough that I cut short my shopping trip and left, and I never, ever do that, no matter what.