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 Bakery of S**nsburyUgh, unsurprisingly my story revolves around a housemate. And a supermarket.
I lived with this guy a couple of years ago. He lived on a diet of (almost solely) pork pies and chicken kievs, which didn't do much good for his digestive system.
One day he was sat on the couch in my room, when he let rip - suddenly jumping up and running to the other end of the room. When I asked what was up, he said he'd shit himself. Then I smelled it.
I wouldn't have minded so much, but the couch was new and he was wearing nothing but a dressing gown.
Perhaps even better, he'd just graduated from uni with an English degree and couldn't find a decent job (I also have an English degree, but decided to stay in school forever...) - ergo he winds up in the bakery of a well-known supermarket chain.
Somehow said chain didn't notice the fact that he didn't wash his uniform, of which he only had one, which he wore EVERY DAY. He didn't wash it for two months, by which time it reeked. He made me touch it. It was encrusted. He also never washed his hands and had the worst gas. God knows what he passed into the food.
Still, serves all the fuckers who shop in supermarket bakeries right, eh?
(, Mon 26 Mar 2007, 11:37, Reply)
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