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  • *Hack, cough* OH GOD WHY?

    Was at Ray's today, picking up a few things so my boyfriend and I could have decent home cooked meal instead of the usual pizza or fast food diet of the normal college student. I was trolling round the meat department when this horendous smell assaulted my nostrils. I turned around in circles trying to find the source when a couple passed me. Oh holy moldy cheese, it was them! There is no way to describe this smell, it was that bad. Several people around me attempted to escape the smell, but it was like the whole store was forever stained with this putrid smell.
    Seriously people, take a shower! Or brush your teeth or at the very least wear some deoderant or something! I very nearly lost my appetite when you flounced past!
    Just because they serve you, doesn't mean they like you. And just because they smile and act polite doesn't mean they aren't planning to destroy you.

    "I put the laughter in slaughter."

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    Sometimes I think it's worse when you can identify the smell - we had a woman in the library once who must have bathed in the condiments at a hot dog stand, and another time we had a group of kids using the computers in the children's area......they all smelled like they were wearing poopy diapers.

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    • #3
      I think when they get to that point deoderant isn't going to do anything...

      As a cashier, I found that the worst-smelling people (be it perfume or other) tended to also be the most chatty...
      I don't go in for ancient wisdom
      I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
      It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"

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      • #4
        When I worked in a bank with a bandit barrier, I once smelled old lady swamp crotch through the inch thick plexiglass.

        And it lingered. I had to hold my breath not to gag.

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        • #5
          I was buying an air matress in the sporting goods section of a big all-in-one type store when a guy still soaked in deer musk came in for hunting tags. That was one of my top ten worst smells experienced.
          The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
          "Hy kan tell dey is schmot qvestions, dey is makink my head hurt."
          Hoc spatio locantur.

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