Oh yeah, I stopped at the grocery store on the way home from work just now to buy some juice. The woman in front of me in the express line absolutely REEKED of this putrid combination of stale cigarette smoke and cheap beer. She smelt exactly like the kind of bars I used to love to sit in all afternoon back in the early 2000s. Me getting quietly loaded while I read, most of the other patrons of the beer being sad alcoholic men fifty years old than me.
I'm glad I don't have to smell like that anymore.