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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My old boss...A bloke called Neil (named and shamed for being a cunt) used to oversee the ever so rewarding job of nightshift shelf stacking at the supermarket where I have dubious pleasure of working.
I can honestly say he NEVER in his life had brushed his teeth... not once. If you were unlucky enough to have him talk to you you would count down the 45 seconds or so it took for all the oxygen to leech from your lungs and require you to take another breath of air. His breath was unbearable, so bad you could fucking taste it.
It's no word of a lie, his aroma had personality similar to that of Foul Ole Ron of Discworld fame. You could actually smell him coming before you'd see him.
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SubCulture Hero ... ... He... .... Comes ... ...., Fri 23 Mar 2007, 12:34,
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