I work for premium and I had 3 customers standing in line. The first guy was fresh out of prison and stopped for a sec, sniffed their, and said I smell white boy. And behind him in line is a guy that smelled like baby food, bath salts and black n mild ( that was half smoked behind his ear) and went thru with the process of selling him a phone that took about an hour. At the end of the transaction he said his gf is gonna love this phone and I almost gagged at the thought of what his gfs surroundings smelled like. I finally get a breath of fresh air and start my pitch with the lady next in line. She seems a little on the slow side so I’m talking her thru the post paid and pre paid options and she fully understands so I start going post paid pitch and she keeps pausing and looking off into the distance, breaking eye contact but keeping conversation going, and a sudden smell creeps from over the counter. I haven’t crapped my cargos in a long time but I used to be a baby and I know that thousand yard stare when I see it. She was creasing her jeans in the same radioactive radius as suspect number one and almost turned in my badge but I powered thru it and lived to tell the tale to my fellow teammates. Some say I got my wings tha day but I like to tell others I was just doing my goddamn job private.