ritchie,

A true story. I was there.

A person had a job that apparently involved intense physical labor and copious sweating. He would go directly from that job to a music jam. The other participants in the jam began to dread his appearance. He never seemed to notice that after he sat down, the chairs around him would magically empty. Each of us thought we were the only one who noticed or cared about the BO until one evening (when he wasn't there) someone happened to mention it. The floodgates were opened and the jam hostess announced that she was going to do something about it.

I was at the jam when next he appeared. The jam hostess met him at the door and drew him aside. She quietly related to him the nature of the complaints she had heard, then offered to let him use the shower and some clean clothes from her husband. He took the shower, changed his clothes, participated in the evening's music, and was never seen again.