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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The Phantom Crapper....As a callow yoof, some time in the mid seventies (definitely pre-CCTV) I had a clerk's job one summer holiday in Tesco's head offices just north of London. At tea-break discussion turned to the identity of "The Phantom Crapper". Each Thursday was Turd-day. In one of the two dozen male staff toilets in this massive block (covering about 2 acres and with eight floors) would appear a humungous almost-black turd 12" - 18" long and as thick as a beercan filling the entire pan and absolutely resistant to flushing away.... evidently an entire week's worth saved up. Each week the cleaning staff were called to deal with it. I left before the Phantom Crapper was unmasked but my guess is that a Thursday pm ringpiece check for all male staff would have soon identified the culprit.
(, Sat 24 Mar 2007, 20:30, Reply)
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