What really gets me are the people who decide that being in college = freedom from ever bathing again. Just one of these individuals is enough to stink up a medium-sized classroom for an hour.
And then there are the people who think that brushing their teeth is completely optional…
Last night I came home from work and put on my geek uniform, as I was about to play D&D. El Hubbo and I play D&D every Tuesday with some neighbors.
Anyway…
I threw on my oversized Minnesota Twins T-shirt, a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt. I thought I caught a tiny whiff of B.O. but chalked it up to having my nose so near my armpit at the end of another grueling day chanined to my computer at the biggety-bank.
About an hour later I realized the folly of my previous thought pattern. I was about as ripe as a… ripe thing. About as nasty as a nastmaking machine in Nast City on the nastiest day of the new milennium.
This past weekend, my dear S.O. had worn the shirt for about 2 hours, folded it nicely and put it back in the T-shirt pile.
El Hubbo can sweat like nobuddy’s bidnezz.
El yuccko.
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somebody mentioned the not-bathing because you’re in college phenomenon? I met a guy in college who was famous for changing clothes immediately before his shower, taking a shower (with soap) WEARING HIS CLOTHES! The rest of the day he would drip dry. I’m not aware that he smelled especially, but he did get talked about.
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BWAHhahahahah!
This line kicks butt!
How 'bout this? In HS wrestling, we used to wear the same tshirts all week, just to…because we…well, we’re all guys, so…
Ok, there’s no justification, but we did this anyway, and the funny thing was, even though we all stank, there was one guy who was just so much ranker than the rest of us, that even we couldn’t stand it. The really bizarro thing was, he reveled in his rankness. Before practice, he would take his own shirt (which got to be so stiff that he could lift it from the bottom off the hook in his locker and it would retain its shape and stand, upright in his hand, like a long link of frozen dogshit) cram it into his face and inhale as though he wanted to snork it up his nose, and sigh “Ahhh!”
Next season, the coach made it a policy that we bring home our practice stuff and wash it every night.
Just a thought…
Cleaning people clean things. Like cafeterias, lunchrooms, whatever you call them. They clean up food. They work up a sweat while doing so. And they use cleaning products which have their own distinctive scents. Maybe they don’t start the day smelling like that; maybe it’s the combination of all three which builds over the course of the morning.
Also bear in mind that cleaning people might…how shall I say…have limited access to bathing facilities. Maybe with six or ten people in one house, the person who’s just going to get dirty again anyway gets a low priority. Assuming that they do live like that, of course.
Anyway. I was standing in line at the bank this afternoon, and all of a sudden I got hit with a gush of what seemed to be nothing other than the breath of an alcoholic. It faded almost immediately. Two minutes later (long line) it happened again. So I spent the rest of my time in line holding my nose (crummy mood). I think others around me were aware of it, too, but I don’t know from whence it originated.