French breath

So this morning I had such a pleasant workout center experience...I jump on the treadmill on the very end (there's like 10 in a row) - I figured this would ensure that if someone else came along and decided to use one they'd do, at least, that 1 treadmill in between courtesy.

Nope, this guy decides to jump on the one right next to me. Ok, whatever.

So, there I am jogging along - feeling really good about it - then I realize all I'm breathing is his nasty morning coffee breath mix. Lovely.

But I don't wanna stop my jogging so I continue.

Until he farted.

That's it, I'm outta here.

Oh, and by 8:30 this morning I had seen 2 people on the side of the road, in plain view, peeing. Ahhh France...