"I wasn't an adventurous eater at 17, but since pizza and burgers are not what people have to celebrate life's big milestones, I put on a jacket and tie and my winningest smile. We arrived for our reservation, got seated at a nice table with plenty of room for everyone, and placed our orders. I requested a medium New York strip -- the go-to choice for patrons who retch at the smell of fish.
"Our server took our orders and promptly returned with our drinks. When he set my drink down, I was assaulted with a terrible smell. Our server had body odor. It wasn't mild, like he was just having a long day -- it was weaponized. It was as if he hadn't showered or washed his uniform in weeks. Every time he lifted his arms, a cloud would descend over the table. I could watch each of my family members react one at a time as the noxious cloud wafted under each nose.
"The food arrived with the same fanfare as the drinks, spoiling appetites and turning all conversations toward 'How does someone even GET to smell like that?' I honestly can't remember if anyone else enjoyed their meal, because I'm still in shock about what happened next.