People that stink
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There are multiple people at the gym who arrive for the session already smelling. I don't understand it.
There was also a man who I worked with in my first job called Joseph Bodenbenner. He was toxic smelling. We dealt with it through the boss who had a conversation with him. He left shortly afterwards, no great loss as he was also terrible at his job.
There was also a man who I worked with in my first job called Joseph Bodenbenner. He was toxic smelling. We dealt with it through the boss who had a conversation with him. He left shortly afterwards, no great loss as he was also terrible at his job.
And why is it that the people who stink find it imperative that they situate themselves as close as possible to you?
One guy on a project I worked on a few years ago, who was perfectly pleasant but had breath that could strip the paint off your car, would seem to make a point of being so close as to be in physical contact. Even if you retreated he'd claim that ground. And it wasn't just me either, he did it with everyone.
Another going back even more years, a girl who was pleasant enough personally but actually looked dirty and smelled the way she looked. Imagine Pig Pen from Peanuts. Proper BOBFOC she was though and had taken a shine to me which meant she made a lot of excuses to be near me even to the point of regularly perching on my desk and flashing her thighs. Had she not stunk I might've taken the bait and put up with the FOC but I just couldn't stomach it.
She left the company and I never found out why. One day she just wasn't there any more.
One guy on a project I worked on a few years ago, who was perfectly pleasant but had breath that could strip the paint off your car, would seem to make a point of being so close as to be in physical contact. Even if you retreated he'd claim that ground. And it wasn't just me either, he did it with everyone.
Another going back even more years, a girl who was pleasant enough personally but actually looked dirty and smelled the way she looked. Imagine Pig Pen from Peanuts. Proper BOBFOC she was though and had taken a shine to me which meant she made a lot of excuses to be near me even to the point of regularly perching on my desk and flashing her thighs. Had she not stunk I might've taken the bait and put up with the FOC but I just couldn't stomach it.
She left the company and I never found out why. One day she just wasn't there any more.
Edited by Big Rod on Friday 13th January 10:21
When I was living at home our new sofa arrived and mum decided she didn't like it luckily a family friend decided she did but left us without a sofa. One of my mum's cousins off us their sofa until mum decided on another sofa. It turned up and it stunk of BO, the room stunk of BO and if we left the living room door open downstairs stunk of BO. I think we went a whole week without watching TV as the living room was so pungent, the sofa was ditched and mum had to get a carpet cleaner in.
Another situation I remember is I had to have a conversation with a older member of staff about her personal hygiene after other staff complained, never an easy chat to have but I called her in. She had bassically given up on life. The jobless husband used to take her wages and drink them away and had done for years. She had an allowance for food and nothing else. Her glasses were the bottle end type from the 80's and her shoes were in bits how she got a job with us I don't know. Her son was pretty much the same. I got her a load of stock off the shelf and gave her a gift card for a future purchases and managed to talk the optician who owed me a few favours into a free pair of modern glasses. I walked into work a few days later and she gave me a smile as I walked past, first time and only time she had ever smiled I think. Sadly I would later realise her husband was beating her on top of what she had told me.
Another situation I remember is I had to have a conversation with a older member of staff about her personal hygiene after other staff complained, never an easy chat to have but I called her in. She had bassically given up on life. The jobless husband used to take her wages and drink them away and had done for years. She had an allowance for food and nothing else. Her glasses were the bottle end type from the 80's and her shoes were in bits how she got a job with us I don't know. Her son was pretty much the same. I got her a load of stock off the shelf and gave her a gift card for a future purchases and managed to talk the optician who owed me a few favours into a free pair of modern glasses. I walked into work a few days later and she gave me a smile as I walked past, first time and only time she had ever smiled I think. Sadly I would later realise her husband was beating her on top of what she had told me.
Know a person who doesn't wash that much at all. To the extent I once walked into a room they were in and had to leave swiftly, I just made it outside and threw up.
I am sure most people are aware they are not smelling fresh at all times and are trying to do something about it. But I do wonder how many are simply depressed, don't care etc. They may have underlying issues.
I am sure most people are aware they are not smelling fresh at all times and are trying to do something about it. But I do wonder how many are simply depressed, don't care etc. They may have underlying issues.
My wife went through a phase of getting nutty mums from school coming round for a coffee and a chat, one wore these Ugg boots that she took of once she had made herself comfortable and was rubbing her manky trotters on the carpet, and, remember those scratch and sniff cards you had to rub to get the smell off, the carpet had a same effect and the smell was overwhelming, Cheese with a hint of Ammonia, like over ripe Camembert, I think she realised and put them back on quickly, the smell didnt go either, would come down in the morning and could still smell, it, £120 it cost to get the carpet cleaned !
bulldong said:
There are multiple people at the gym who arrive for the session already smelling. I don't understand it.
There was also a man who I worked with in my first job called Joseph Bodenbenner. He was toxic smelling. We dealt with it through the boss who had a conversation with him. He left shortly afterwards, no great loss as he was also terrible at his job.
I hate this, you normally get it on the treadmills and bikes when the fans blow it back in your face like perverted air conditioning. What's gross is that freshly sweaty people at the gym don't smell, not until the bacteria has time to work, so the stinkers must just wear dirty clothes to start with or just never wash. There was also a man who I worked with in my first job called Joseph Bodenbenner. He was toxic smelling. We dealt with it through the boss who had a conversation with him. He left shortly afterwards, no great loss as he was also terrible at his job.
maxxy5 said:
bulldong said:
There are multiple people at the gym who arrive for the session already smelling. I don't understand it.
There was also a man who I worked with in my first job called Joseph Bodenbenner. He was toxic smelling. We dealt with it through the boss who had a conversation with him. He left shortly afterwards, no great loss as he was also terrible at his job.
I hate this, you normally get it on the treadmills and bikes when the fans blow it back in your face like perverted air conditioning. What's gross is that freshly sweaty people at the gym don't smell, not until the bacteria has time to work, so the stinkers must just wear dirty clothes to start with or just never wash. There was also a man who I worked with in my first job called Joseph Bodenbenner. He was toxic smelling. We dealt with it through the boss who had a conversation with him. He left shortly afterwards, no great loss as he was also terrible at his job.
FN2TypeR said:
wack said:
FN2TypeR said:
I used to worked with a chap who was the same, a stranger to soap and water,
Me tooI used to dread him coming to talk to me , one friday night I was in a pub miles from home when I saw him walk in with his girlfriend, 20 years younger than him and very attractive, I didn't duck quick enough and he came over
He absolutely stunk, it was obvious he'd just come from work, changed his shirt then gone out, when we gave them the slip one of the lads said he was going to fart to see if his girlfriend had any sense of smell at all
Was she bought and paid for?
long term girlfriend until she left him because he didn't want any more kids at 50, last time I saw him they'd got back together and he was pushing a pram round at 52 , f
k that 
GroundEffect said:
What bugs me even more is people who shower but have fking horrific breath.
If you smoke or drink coffee, fking wash your mouth out afterwards. fk sake.
Yes smelly breath is unbearable. Remember getting taken out of lesson once by my head of year back in secondary school...had to hold my breath in when he was talking king horrific breath.If you smoke or drink coffee, f
king wash your mouth out afterwards. fk sake.
myvision said:
The pub by me is good except when the son is behind the bar he fking hums.
It's not just the smell if I could bottle the grease from his hair I'd make a fortune.
I refuse to have a pint pulled by him as I'm sure he's never washed his hands.
No need for it.
I as at the deli counter the other day and the lady serving was wearing gloves. As she asked me what I wanted, she coughed into the glove. Wasn't going to change her gloves until I said anything. Most people's understanding of basic hygiene is shocking.king hums.It's not just the smell if I could bottle the grease from his hair I'd make a fortune.
I refuse to have a pint pulled by him as I'm sure he's never washed his hands.
No need for it.
Had a guy that rented a room from me a few years ago.
His feet stunk. Really really stunk. If he walked through the front room in socks it smelt awful for a good few hours after.
We ended up banning him from being anywhere but his room without socks and shoes on.
Really beyond disgusting.
His feet stunk. Really really stunk. If he walked through the front room in socks it smelt awful for a good few hours after.
We ended up banning him from being anywhere but his room without socks and shoes on.
Really beyond disgusting.
Sitting in my local a couple of years ago, and an old lady wandered in and sat at a table behind us, at one end of a long bar. I paid little attention to her as I was chatting to the guy sitting opposite me. After a while, though, we both noticed a pungent smell. Like strong cheese, but not in any way pleasant. It kept wafting past us. Several people got up from our end of the pub and walked to the far end. I noticed a barmaid wedge open the front door, but the smell got worse. I thought something might be rotting in the street outside so went to close the door but was told rather firmly to keep it open. I then looked around properly and noticed that the bar had suddenly, as if from nowhere, been plastered in scented candles, and that the landlord was frantically waving a huge can of air freshener over the old lady (who was completely oblivious) and that about 40 people were squeezed into a tiny space at the far end of the pub trying to get away from the stench. Me and my mate soon joined them, leaving the the old lady blissfully sitting with a gin and tonic, in her own frankly putrid aroma. Which turned out to be a massive suppurating ulcer. In other words, gangrene.
I had been sitting there inhaling the odour of rotting human flesh.
I had been sitting there inhaling the odour of rotting human flesh.
Joey Ramone said:
Sitting in my local a couple of years ago, and an old lady wandered in and sat at a table behind us, at one end of a long bar. I paid little attention to her as I was chatting to the guy sitting opposite me. After a while, though, we both noticed a pungent smell. Like strong cheese, but not in any way pleasant. It kept wafting past us. Several people got up from our end of the pub and walked to the far end. I noticed a barmaid wedge open the front door, but the smell got worse. I thought something might be rotting in the street outside so went to close the door but was told rather firmly to keep it open. I then looked around properly and noticed that the bar had suddenly, as if from nowhere, been plastered in scented candles, and that the landlord was frantically waving a huge can of air freshener over the old lady (who was completely oblivious) and that about 40 people were squeezed into a tiny space at the far end of the pub trying to get away from the stench. Me and my mate soon joined them, leaving the the old lady blissfully sitting with a gin and tonic, in her own frankly putrid aroma. Which turned out to be a massive suppurating ulcer. In other words, gangrene.
I had been sitting there inhaling the odour of rotting human flesh.
Someone I know nearly died due to a fI had been sitting there inhaling the odour of rotting human flesh.
k up over their appendix, for weeks after there was always the sickly sweet smell of decomposing flesh when they were in the same room.Fortunately they healed and the smell disappeared.
It may not necessarily be the fault of the person who honks.
A couple of decades ago I found myself in a stressful job, cash-flow problems etc., and even though I washed as often as the next man, my armpits would drip with perspiration, even on cold days, and I could smell the strong odour I was emitting. I would wash and use deodorant and the niff would return a few minutes later; my shirts would still reek, even after washing. It was the 'smell of fear'. The problem is also associated with regular heavy drinkers, along with the shakes, the day after a session.
I chucked the job, sorted my life out and the problem disappeared.
A couple of decades ago I found myself in a stressful job, cash-flow problems etc., and even though I washed as often as the next man, my armpits would drip with perspiration, even on cold days, and I could smell the strong odour I was emitting. I would wash and use deodorant and the niff would return a few minutes later; my shirts would still reek, even after washing. It was the 'smell of fear'. The problem is also associated with regular heavy drinkers, along with the shakes, the day after a session.
I chucked the job, sorted my life out and the problem disappeared.
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