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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Halitosis and TravelI once did a temp job and was assigned to be trained by a lady who obviously had some sort of severe stomach disorder, because her breath stank like what I can only describe as a field full of freshly-spread shit mixed with rotting silage. Anyone who has driven through the English countryside on a hot summer's day will be familiar with that smell. Now imagine that coming from a small aperture on a wire-thin, five-foot tall woman. It was so bad that I couldn't face my lunch, and started looking even more emaciated than usual.
My personal hygiene is almost excessive, so you can imagine how I felt after a near-non-stop coach trip from South Texas to Central Ohio in the middle of summer, for a work conference. (Fair enough - it was a non-profit company, so I wasn't expecting business class travel.) I showered about an hour before I got on the coach. Upon arrival, my hair and beard were matted like Mazola-drenched pubes, my heavily antiperspirant-clad armpits had broken into a sweat worthy of a rapists' convention, and my teeth were covered in more film than the shelves at Jessop's. I was scratching my skin like an unmedicated schizophrenic with eczema.
No matter, though - the chemical toilet at the back of the bus was full and causing people to gag, so no one noticed.
(, Sun 25 Mar 2007, 4:06, Reply)
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