I've mentioned on here before that I'm not keen on sex when "the painters are in"...
...it's not because I find it disgusting or anything, it's mainly because I really can't stand the smell of blood when I wash myself afterwards.

I know exactly why this is: many years ago, I used to run a pub with my dad. It was a particularly rough one, and ne'er a weekend passed without at least one fight. The cleaners used to get a day off on Sundays, so I generally did the cleaning then. This was invariably after there'd been a huge fight on the Saturday night, and the smell of the hot steamy water, disinfectant and blood as I mopped the toilets came very close to making me actually puke on more than one occasion.

The most memorable week was when one of the local hardnuts got a serious kicking in the toilet cubicle itself: it looked like someone had sealed it and filled it with blood to a level of about 2 feet, then drained it all out again. I had to mop the floor, the walls, the pipes and the toilet, it was horrific. If I concentrate I can still smell it now*


EDIT: *Although obviously it's not something I try to recollect that often O_o
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Tue 12 Aug 2008, 14:10, Reply)