Personal Hygiene
There 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?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
There 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?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Lightly broiled tram tramp
I've spent a few years living in Prague, a city with an impeccable public transport system. There are trams everywhere, day and night, and in the winter they even turn on heaters under the seats, something you are always thankful for when it's minus ten outside.
The only problem is that the city's homeless population also uses these heated carriages as a refuge from the cold, and some of them smell really really bad. You've may have smelled a tramp with a rotting leg at one time or another - now imagine he's being gently cooked inside a closed box. I swear it's the worst smell in the world - I've seen entire carriages emptied in the rush hour.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 13:39, Reply)
I've spent a few years living in Prague, a city with an impeccable public transport system. There are trams everywhere, day and night, and in the winter they even turn on heaters under the seats, something you are always thankful for when it's minus ten outside.
The only problem is that the city's homeless population also uses these heated carriages as a refuge from the cold, and some of them smell really really bad. You've may have smelled a tramp with a rotting leg at one time or another - now imagine he's being gently cooked inside a closed box. I swear it's the worst smell in the world - I've seen entire carriages emptied in the rush hour.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 13:39, Reply)
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