The Summer Stench

There was a man at Whole Foods today who was constantly waving a magazine in the air, similar fashion to old ladies waving fans in the air when they're sitting in a hot church pew, or standing out in a park for some community event. Only there was an urgency in his intent. Something was clearly bothering him.
I spent a few minutes studying him, trying to figure out his motivation, his purpose for his fervent fanning. Was he really THAT overheated in the air conditioned throes of the Whole Foods? Or was there a smell that bothered him, something no one else could identify?
I stood behind him in line with my roommate at first. It was the shortest line, which was efficient for us since we were in a rush to return home with our to-be purchased treasures. My roommate was in closest proximity to this frustrated man, who began waving his magazine even more the closer we approached. Before it was too late, we decided to switch lines. We couldn't stand his rudeness.
However, I couldn't help but continue to observe how his behavior intensified. A line eventually had to form behind him, the naturally ebb and flow of Whole Foods customers needing to funnel somewhere. As more people surrounded him and encased him, his fanning became more frantic. A woman soon approached behind him, trying to communicate to a friend in the back of the line. Without regard for what his body language was communicating, he waved the magazine in her direction, as if redirecting her scent.

And I could only wonder, is he the insane one for having a distaste of everyone's smell, or could he possibly be in the right, detecting a despicable scent that has engulfed everyone else in the world without our own knowledge?