id like my vogue with a nice side of b.o.

i was thoroughly enjoying reading the january issue of vogue that my mum so graciously mailed to me, along with other treasures, when an interesting smelling man sat next to me.  i can handle cologne.  i can handle perfume.  i think i could even handle body odor.  all of these things are distinguishable, you know what you are getting.  but this man just smelled odd.  quite funky, really.  he was wearing clean clothing and did not appear to be sweating.  he was holding a plastic bag on his lap, so i pondered if he had a weird roast chicken or something in there.  looking through the transparent plastic, all i could make out were items from a drugstore, perhaps face wash or toothpaste.  no funky chicken.  

i chuckled to myself, as just yesterday, i was teaching my students how to give advice using 'should' and 'ought to.'  one of the scenarios i gave them was 'my colleague sits next to me and smells really bad.  what should i do?'  

if only i knew how to translate their advice into korean.

GO OBAMA!!!!