Do people who don’t wear deodorant know that they smell bad at the end of the day?  A man was standing over me holding on the handbar on the subway this evening.  I had to move but I was too tired to ask him about it.  My mother would have asked.  Once she moved her seat on the bus so that she could be next to a stranger to whom she turned and asked, “you’re such a handsome man, why do you pick your nose in public?”  Now, that was a spunky (and fearless) lady.