There is a certain segment of the population that I call “Stinkers”. Stinkers are people who have a particularly foul aroma and seem to be completely oblivious to that fact. They are dirty and unkempt and for some reason, they all shop at my store.
Now I don’t know if being a Stinker goes along with being poor, uneducated, unemployed, elderly or having a developmental disability; but from the people I have encountered, these unfortunate circumstances appear to be contributing factors. It’s really such a shame, because I wonder how their lives would be different if they just gave some attention to basic hygiene.
The odor is sour, like dirty musty laundry. It may be coming from their infrequently changed underwear or the winter coat that was dragged out of the closet, full of last years stink. I’ve smelled oily hair from three feet away and gagged over the smell of bad breath, and its funkier cousin, chronic halitosis. One tiny little elderly man came shuffling in, wearing a dark blue velvet suit. He looked quite dapper, but upon closer analysis he reeked of cat urine.
I keep a small bottle of fragranced spray under the desk to clear the air after a Stinker leaves. I feel like a bad person for being so repulsed by these odors. After all, I’m sure they are a natural byproduct of life, but is it really so hard to take a bath, brush your teeth and wash your clothes?
Now I don’t know if being a Stinker goes along with being poor, uneducated, unemployed, elderly or having a developmental disability; but from the people I have encountered, these unfortunate circumstances appear to be contributing factors. It’s really such a shame, because I wonder how their lives would be different if they just gave some attention to basic hygiene.
The odor is sour, like dirty musty laundry. It may be coming from their infrequently changed underwear or the winter coat that was dragged out of the closet, full of last years stink. I’ve smelled oily hair from three feet away and gagged over the smell of bad breath, and its funkier cousin, chronic halitosis. One tiny little elderly man came shuffling in, wearing a dark blue velvet suit. He looked quite dapper, but upon closer analysis he reeked of cat urine.
I keep a small bottle of fragranced spray under the desk to clear the air after a Stinker leaves. I feel like a bad person for being so repulsed by these odors. After all, I’m sure they are a natural byproduct of life, but is it really so hard to take a bath, brush your teeth and wash your clothes?
5 comments:
Oh man... Man oh man... I became nauseous after your description of greasy hair and the like... Ugh...
um.. i hear you. some people are just gross. unaware of there ick. i used to work with one. i didn't get it, smelled ick everyday. i even gave her a smell good basket for christmas.. nope still ick.
Yuck.
In other news (and promoted by your picture of Peppy), it is skunk mating season, aka Spring, in Texas and the stupid skunks are crossing the roads, or attempting to, and getting hit and stinking up the whole state, I swear.
How is that for a run-on sentence?
Completely understand, and the sad part is, that they are totally unaware to the beastylessness of their stench :( haha anyways, I like your blog, feel free to follow mine!
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