As luck would have it I went to In 'n Out today; I didn't have a lot of time and it was walking distance from the office with an ATM in between.

As I sat there eating, I kept catching whiffs of halitosis.

I looked around to find that the closest person to me was about three feet away (on either side). I kept wondering how bad halitosis must be to travel that far.

And it sure didn't help the taste of the burger. Ugh.

Reminded me of the old George Carlin insult: "Anyone can have bad breath, Marge, but you could knock buzzards off a s-h-!-t-wagon."