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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AlcosI used to work in an offy / convenience store on Lark Lane in Liverpool, we had a regular stable of smelly tramps that would frequent the store. Sunday mornings were a nightmare as there would be at least 7 of them DTing away in the shop from about 9.30 onwards waiting for the Magic 11 O'Clock when they could buy their poision again ( they would ask every 10 minutes is is 11 yet?). I used to have to discretely fog them with glade in order to stop myself vomiting on them, then when 11 O'Clock came around they would'nt know what they wanted, or how much they had.
The worst two were an old fella called George (I think, but then we called them all George) who would always get a bottle of Mansion House Cream and then make you hold your hand out to recive his money and dribble everywhere so you would end up with a handfull of damp change, once (I remember it happened in slow motion) i saw it comming he was just sorting tou the last of his mouldy money when a long droop of spittle went from his mouth and went on my hand, i only just managed to keep my cool but had to run out the back to disinfect myself right after. The other was another bloke who always had his flies undone, he smelled of shit, week old shit and his money was always covered in flecks of what i hope was tobacco.
Another noteworthy occasion was the time that this old fell came in the shop, not as bad an alco as the others but pretty bad, to use the ATM machine, all was going well until me and the other person in the shop noticed a rank smell emanating from the corner where the ATM machine was, we also noticed a rapidly spreading pool of diarreah (i dont know how to spell that). We politely ushered the man out ( he seemed quielty proud of what he had done) of the shop and had to close fo an hour cleaning the human filth up and liberaly spraying Glade about. What baffled me was the fact that this man was able to remember his card, remember his PIN number, and remember to take his money but he didd'nt have the nouse to realise that he was shitting all over the place.
I feel a bit sorry for them really, but not that sorry
(, Tue 27 Mar 2007, 16:46, Reply)
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