Personal HygieneThere comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Let's call him JimmyCashell, for that was his name.
Year 10 Mathematics, baking august heat, and windows that wouldn't open. Then the new kid, James Cashell, walks in looking either:
A) Disorientated.
B) Stoned.
And the only empty seat was next to me. He sat down and this nasty, pungent wave of shit and fag smoke hit me. And, judging from my mate's facial expression, it hit him, too.
It honestly made me want to vomit. Then he spoke to me and I just felt even worse. I never spoke to him again, and always, ALWAYS found somewhere to sit without him.
[EDIT]: I also used to live with a Spanish girl. Her name was Maria, and she used to just pile her used sanitary towels/tampons up in the bin in the shared bathroom. Coupled with her putting the heating up to 23 degrees celcius in July, this made for a very unpleasant smell.
(, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 21:37, Reply)
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