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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GahThere was this guy I used to work around - I say around as he had that smell that meant that you couldn't get near him as the aroma forcibly pushed you away.
You know the smell, the one that is vaguely curry-like that you don't think is causing you all that much offence, but suddenly strikes you down - like the gods smiting down on all that is evil in the world.
As mentioned before, I don't do tact. And not on a morning. And certainly not on a Monday morning.
So when he came in on a Monday morning smelling like, well, the rancid, fetid, sweating, festering, puke stained freak show that he is - My unfortunate outburst - at volume was:
"In the name of all that is holy, have a f*cking bath!!"
I shocked myself and him on that one - gave me a wide berth after that.
Apparently he still smells...
(, Tue 27 Mar 2007, 8:29, Reply)
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