Mark has a delicate sense of smell

Last night, as I was nursing/rocking the baby before bed...

Me: Mark, honey, can you get me my water bottle? I think it's in my gym bag. 

Mark: Sure, one sec.

Me: Thanks!

(rummaging from the next room) 

Mark: uggghhhhhhhh

Me: What just happened?! (assuming water had just been spilled everywhere)

Mark: I opened your damn gym bag and got bowled over by the smell. 

Me: What do you want from me? I'm a sweaty person.

He knew this when he married me. I have no sympathy.