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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A true oneI am a sloppy eater. So eager am I to get the lovely grub down my neck, I often splash it all over my face and front. At home, I wear an old shirt as a kind of adult bib and it catches all the whiplash splashes of spaghetti or drips of soup. But occasionally - OK, frequently - I go out wearing clothes that are covered in egg, tomato sauce, melted cheese etc. My theory is that nobody really notices.
Then one day my mate pointed out that the only people who go out in public with food on their face or clothes are children and the mentally handicapped. This was brought home to me when I was on a train and got collared by a drooling Downs Syndrome boy who was telling me about his cat (I think).
I was highly embarrassed to note that my cardigan was more hideously soiled than his and that other passengers were looking at me as if I, too, were impaired. The shame ...
(, Wed 28 Mar 2007, 10:47, Reply)
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