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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Double WhammyAh, puke stories. Once, my mate puked up in a B&B sink, which had a really small bin next to it. The sink was blocked, so he scooped it out with his hands and dropped it into the bin. We didn't inform any of our mates until the next morning, when one of our other mates washed his face in the same sink.
Also, I once went on a night out when I was 17 and got absolutely wrecked. The next morning, my mum drove me to work after I'd had a bowl of Sugar Puffs. I can't tell you how disgusting it was to look at the sick I made down the side of her car. When I rolled the window back up, there were quite a few Sugar Puffs stuck to the window. It took me a while before I could eat them again (not the ones on the car window, obviously), and I didn't make it to work.
(, Wed 28 Mar 2007, 13:53, Reply)
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