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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MattyMy old housemate was quite the punk-rock type; regular washing of body and clothing was as unthinkable as getting a job in the corporate world(though judging from some of these stories, he'd have fit in nicely!). He also drank a lot and worked in a Mexican restaurant. The combination of this and his lack of familiarity with soap and water resulted in his own personal eau de stale, cheap beer and corn chips.
I'll spare you the descriptions of warm beer breakfasts, blue jeans so filthy they looked black and the cat urine-stained mattress he slept on and let this one shining detail stand on its own:
He could stick his socks onto our plaster walls. I do mean stick. Press it on, and there it would stay.
After kicking him out, we went in to his former room masked and gloved, stuffed everything into a bin bag and chucked it.
The horrors we saw. . .the horrors.
(, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 15:38, Reply)
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