Kaki Papi

It's always interesting when going to the local bodega, there's always something to see... a crackhead dancing, the local dealers fighting over who got the better whip or the women fighting over who's man is really theirs... then there's some things that just make you want to pack up and move to the suburbs next to a bear...
So hubby and I on our nightly summertime walks in the hood, happen upon the local bodega... nothing out of the norm, packed scene as usual, people playin' lotto, buyin "loosies" and such. Hubby goes to the back to get a juice, I'm standing in the front of the store waiting, as he comes up the aisle, a man passes in front of him and hubby says to me "you smell that? that man smells like sh*t!" Now before I go on, I must say hubby is always sayin' somebody is Funky up in there so I just shrug it off like whatever, but then... he passes in front of me and I said "EWWW Hold up, that really smells like he poo'd himself!" Hubby looks at me like "Ya think?!?!?"
I thought he meant like a stank cigar smell- not like he literally shit his pants! So I just shake my head, tell him to hurry up and pay so we can get out of there. I mean dude is about 40 years old, not homeless, dressed descently white tee, khaki pants (literally Ka-Ka) and a baseball cap and seemingly jovial... like he don't stank all up to be damned!

Both of us thinking we were the only ones to smell it, stare at this man in disgust. Then one by one, people are lookin' like "WTH!" By this time the store has at least 10 people in it, all with our noses turned up, glaring at homie who is lingering in the store, walking around up and down the aisles talking to the workers in the store and patrons... I mean come on! You know you stankin'! You KNOW you smell like sh*t!
As we are leaving, Kaki Papi is chatting with another man by the door in spanish, the man is rushing to get out the door and then turns to me and says "DIABLO!"

Diablo indeed Papi, Diablo indeed...