So, we're the customer. We = resteraunt I work in.
The players are DG (Delivery Guy), Manager D, Rick, and myself.
We smell the DG before he walks in with our weekly supplies. In the door, we smell dirt. He comes in the kitchen (where our walk-in cooler is), we smell BO. He starts talking, we smell shit.
Poor Manager D had to be close to the guy, and did the willy dance when he'd walk away. He also gagged every time his face got close to a box, because DG's hands passed the nasty smell along
He managed somehow to cut his hand on the door (wtf), and went to the bathroom to wash his hand. He came back, and didn't see the bandaid I left out for him.
DG walks close to me and asks where it is, I walk towards it.
Me: I'll put some gloves on,hold your hand and I'll put the bandaid on for you.
DG: OH! There it is, I'll get it.
He walks by close enough his jacket touched my cheek (I'm 5'4'' he was 6'4''), and his armpit went by my face. I could not hold in the reflex gag, but he didn't notice.
After a while, our eyes were frickin watering because of the smell! We passed it off as the onions I was cutting, but we couldn't smell them because of him! SICK!!!!!!!!
DG: Hey, can I use your bathroom? I didn't think about it earlier washing my hands.
ManagerD: Oh sure.
And, he has the walking farts.
Manager D waited until he was in the bathroom, and then said,"Thank God he farted, it knocked out the smell of the rest of him."
Rick started giggling first, then me, then Manager D. We all laughed for a good half hour after he left. Unfortunately, the smell did not leave for another HOUR.
The players are DG (Delivery Guy), Manager D, Rick, and myself.
We smell the DG before he walks in with our weekly supplies. In the door, we smell dirt. He comes in the kitchen (where our walk-in cooler is), we smell BO. He starts talking, we smell shit.
Poor Manager D had to be close to the guy, and did the willy dance when he'd walk away. He also gagged every time his face got close to a box, because DG's hands passed the nasty smell along

He managed somehow to cut his hand on the door (wtf), and went to the bathroom to wash his hand. He came back, and didn't see the bandaid I left out for him.
DG walks close to me and asks where it is, I walk towards it.
Me: I'll put some gloves on,hold your hand and I'll put the bandaid on for you.
DG: OH! There it is, I'll get it.
He walks by close enough his jacket touched my cheek (I'm 5'4'' he was 6'4''), and his armpit went by my face. I could not hold in the reflex gag, but he didn't notice.
After a while, our eyes were frickin watering because of the smell! We passed it off as the onions I was cutting, but we couldn't smell them because of him! SICK!!!!!!!!
DG: Hey, can I use your bathroom? I didn't think about it earlier washing my hands.
ManagerD: Oh sure.
And, he has the walking farts.

Manager D waited until he was in the bathroom, and then said,"Thank God he farted, it knocked out the smell of the rest of him."
Rick started giggling first, then me, then Manager D. We all laughed for a good half hour after he left. Unfortunately, the smell did not leave for another HOUR.

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