As some of you may know, from past postings, I like to go to Walmart. But today, as I made my way down the fishing equipment aisle, I ran into a middle aged man and woman. And let me tell you folks, the funk wafted up my nose like shit on a stick..
WTF! This couple didn’t seem to be disadvantaged in any observable way, yet they stunk like a couple of bears fresh out of the dump ground.
As I am holding my nose I am thinking, *there are two of them, surely one of them must smell the other! * This smell was not just perspiration and dirt either, it was a pure filthy I ain’t seen a bath or shower water in weeks smell.
Look idiots, soap and water are cheap! Goddammit take a bath!!! If you want to smell like a dead angora goat, ok, fine, BUT DON"T MAKE ME HAVE TO SMELL IT TOO!! :mad:
It’s beyond my imagination why anyone would want to walk around smelling like oze out of some primordial jock strap. Not sure that lazyness has everything to do with it either. The people I saw, and smelled were dressed and up walking around shopping, spending money and buying fishing tackle. So how damn hard could it be for them to wash their asses before coming to town? Hell, after all ** it is Saturday ** and I have had my bath.
Can we include farting in public in this complaint?
I was in Books-a-Million a few days ago and an older couple were looking at books in another section about 20 feet away. Suddenly the man cuts loose with a long, reverberating fart that could be heard halfway across the store. I swear, it must have lasted a full minute. I wasn’t sure if I should run or not - it sure sounded like it could have propelled gas for 20 feet!
Geez, how rude can you be? A fart like that doesn’t just sneak up on you. Couldn’t he at least have tried to walk outside or find the bathroom? Or use a little muscle control to tone it down? That sucker must have left serious skid marks on his underwear! Good thing he wasn’t smoking a cigarette!
Anyway, I made sure I didn’t stand in the check-out line with them!
One of the many things Americans have to get used to when living overseas is the different cultural standards when it comes to personal hygiene.
In Germany, I used to work out at the base gym at the same time the base fire department (staffed almost entirely by local hires) volleyball team was practicing, and let me tell 'ya, standing downwind of that crew would water your eyes.
Don’t get me wrong, almost all the Germans (or, rather, Bavarians. It’s different. Just ask them) we knew were lovely people, they just didn’t understand the (to them) peculiar American compulsion to take a shower every day.
ChiefScott is right, though. You do start getting used to it.
Chief–
Remind me to show you my DBF pin sometime! Ever been to Mare Island? When I was going to crypto school there, I used to hang out at the old Horse & Cow bar with the bubbleheads…oh, those were the days…
I do my posting at the Los Angeles Public Library and quite often have to endure folks who haven’t bathed and/or changed clothes in a while. It’s really bad when one of them sits next to me for a whole hour.
And being homeless is not an excuse. There are many shelters here in Downtown L.A. that provide facilities free of charge to anyone and everyone who shows up.
I hear ya! I have a regular who is always hitting on me that reeks to high heaven! He was in last week and when he left the customers that were in there commented to me about how bad he smells (and some were way on the other side of the shop!)! And it’s not just once, but every time he comes in!
I wash my hands I don’t know how many times when he leaves and I still smell his scent on me hours later. I keep asking my co-workers if his scent gets in my clothing. ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK!
Actually, don’t be misled into thinking that the submarine funk is exclusive to diesel boats. kaylasmom always wanted to burn my clothes when I’d get back from a deployment of any length.
::sigh:: This is going to sound seriously rascist, but…
I work at Best Buy, as most know. The store is in an area that gets LOTS of recent indian and asian immigrants, because of Sprint, Garmin, pharmiceuticals, and the other tech companies in the area.
I, along with most of the guys who work with me, DREAD waiting on indian and asian people, because some of these people, not the majority, but enough to ward you off of all of them, smell like rotting skunk shit, and their breath isn’t any better, either. I cannot TELL you how many times I’ve been signaled to help a young or middle aged, well dressed, nice looking indian or asian person who smelled like a rotten caribou. OH MY GOD. Sometimes someone will walk in, their hair so greasy it has clumped and tangled in an oily mass, their teeth yellow and green, and their clothing expensive and immaculate. Sweet Jesus, it is so disgusting. Ugh. My env. sci. TA was from Jordan, and it took him about four lab sessions to realize that hey, these crazy americans don’t LIKE the smell of week old B.O. By the end of the semester, I think he had even taken to wearing cologne, but for the first few weeks, it was HELL.
I know it may not be part of THEIR culture, but dammit, you’re living HERE, now.
Oddly enough, most of the elderly people, of ANY race, smell quite pleasant.
Oh gawd, do I know what you’re talking about. I have a co-worker that stunk. She was extremely over-weight and she had a really bad odor to her several times a week. Another co-worker and I wouldn’t sit next to her because the stench was so strong you couldn’t help but wonder what caused it. I don’t know if she didn’t shower regularly and the dirt and sweat would get trapped between her two tummies where it soured or what but I think someone must’ve said something to her. She hasn’t polluted the office in quite some time.
What about teh folks who have breath SO bad, that it smells like half of their palate has rotted out?
I had a teacher who I’d hate to talk to because his breath had me shrinking in disgust. It was SOOOO bad, ugh. If your teeth are rotting, get’m yanked for christ’s sake! If it’s your stomach, take some pepto or some shit.
Yack…and what’s worse are service personnel(like sales reps, car salesmen and the like), that walk up to you and start to speak…Blech…gotta hate it. And you wanna tell them something, but it’s real embarassing to them(I think), in fact too embarassing to mention.
Back in my video store days, we had a regular customer that we simply referred to as “Stinky”. He would usually come int during the early afternoon hours, when there weren’t a lot of people in the store, and whenever we saw his car pull up, one of us would invariably, “Look out! Here comes Stinky!” If there were other human beings trying to browse and breathe in the store, I would have to follow around behind him from section to section with a can of Lysol and spray a path of lemony disinfectant to prevent others from gagging. The poor son of a bitch never seemed to notice me a few steps behind spraying like a madman.
Have you ever stopped to wonder what these people’s houses look and smell like? If they smell that way while they’re out and about, just think what it must be like at home, where they put on their “casual clothes” and lie around stinking.
We have a customer who occasionally comes in to our store and he smelled like a deep fat frier. From his B.O. I’d say that even his breakfast must have spent some time in a frier. He is a bachelor farmer and out here that is a whole subgenre in the body oder field. Some of those old boys haven’t bathed in god knows how long, and what makes it worse is that they only wash their clothes after they bathe. Since they are farmers they ride on un-air conditioned tractors and lift bales and other heavy objects all day and believe me you can smell them a good half block away. I think the husband and wife in the o.p. have probably been around each other for so long that they have become acclimatized to each other.
As an aside when I was helping to run a T.O.J. (training on the job) program one of our students developed a strong body odor. it turned out to be a cancer. She died three months after her diagnoses.
Keith
I was trying to hold it in, but it just kind of popped out, you know? And the reason I didn’t apologize was 'cause I was so overwhelmed with mortification that I thought maybe we could all just pretend it didn’t happen. I didn’t know you were supposed to walk over to the cookbook section to do it.
Seriously. No kidding. That was me. :o
P.S. I don’t smoke, and I don’t usually have skid marks. Also, you’re remembering it wrong–it wasn’t Books-A-Million, it was WaldenBooks.
Also, on the subject of bathing: Bathing regularly is a habit, just like any other, and if you’re just not in the habit, you walk around Wal-Mart reeking of skunk. Old people are the worst, because they’re afraid they’ll slip and fall in the tub, so they just don’t bathe.