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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many many peopleso many memories... wish i could edit my memory sometimes!
there was this guy at university who was in the same flat as me. i'd completely forgotten about him and his name till this qotw turned up. thanks alot!
for a full year, we never heard his shower running once. i was an insomniac at uni and can vouch for the fact that it wasn't running during the night.
his particular stench was unforgiving. it was like someone had found a way to get milk from plastic cows, then turn that pvc milk into cheese. then set it on fire. he'd walk around in this haze - like his own personal force field. i swear that you could actually see the light bending as it passed through his noxious atmosphere. it was the kind of smell that would make you physically recoil, fearing for your life. deeply buried racial memories would awaken and send urgent panic messages to the brain - screaming 'unclean! run away!'
i had the misfortune of sitting next to him in a couple of lectures. even sitting in the same theatre as him was a punishment from god, but next to him? all you could think of was getting into your shower with a brillo pad and bottle of jif while the seconds slowly ticked by.... people sat next to him would develop the same expression as a gazzelle cornered by a pack of hungry hyena.
i'm going to spend the rest of day wanting to shower now. thanks b3ta.
(, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 10:00, Reply)
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