So another thread reminded me of a couple gripes I have from work.
The first one, I suppose really isn't the customers' fault, just a gross thing that sometimes happens to me; walking through other people's farts.
I hate it with a passion. It's a thankfully rare but unfortunately memorable occasion when someone's let loose with a stinker seconds before I walk behind them with an armload of books to shelve. My poor nose... Seriously, what are these people eating?
Maybe they could try and... disperse it... y'know, a discrete hand-wave behind them, or maybe swing a book back there to try and make things a little less heinous in that one spot. Or do what I do, find a quiet spot no one's likely to have to walk through for a moment or two and discreetly let loose. Not toot right on one of the main thoroughfares of the store!
Not that that happens a lot, but when it does, it's pretty awful.
Secondly, extreme b.o. My store is a very welcoming place... we do have several homeless people who occasionally stop by, and as long as they don't bother anyone and don't steal from us they get the same great customer service and friendly attitude we extend to everyone else who walks through our doors.
That doesn't mean they're pleasant to deal with, though. I think the worst ones are the people who have some kind of food smell hanging about them- rancid grease, or potatoes, or something like that. It's a kind of double whammy, because that gets me thinking about eating with that smell hanging around and it's nauseating.
The funny... well, the odd thing is, probably my worst b.o. offender that I, personally, had to deal with at work was actually dressed very nicely, and wearing perfume. The perfume... it did nothing..... and this person had no concept of personal space. One foot away is just too close unless you're related to me, and probably you're too near even then.
But even he doesn't compare to the worst-smelling human I've ever come across. That one goes in Sightings, so I'll post that there.
So, anyone else want to share worst-human-smell-ever stories?
The first one, I suppose really isn't the customers' fault, just a gross thing that sometimes happens to me; walking through other people's farts.
I hate it with a passion. It's a thankfully rare but unfortunately memorable occasion when someone's let loose with a stinker seconds before I walk behind them with an armload of books to shelve. My poor nose... Seriously, what are these people eating?
Maybe they could try and... disperse it... y'know, a discrete hand-wave behind them, or maybe swing a book back there to try and make things a little less heinous in that one spot. Or do what I do, find a quiet spot no one's likely to have to walk through for a moment or two and discreetly let loose. Not toot right on one of the main thoroughfares of the store!
Not that that happens a lot, but when it does, it's pretty awful.
Secondly, extreme b.o. My store is a very welcoming place... we do have several homeless people who occasionally stop by, and as long as they don't bother anyone and don't steal from us they get the same great customer service and friendly attitude we extend to everyone else who walks through our doors.
That doesn't mean they're pleasant to deal with, though. I think the worst ones are the people who have some kind of food smell hanging about them- rancid grease, or potatoes, or something like that. It's a kind of double whammy, because that gets me thinking about eating with that smell hanging around and it's nauseating.

The funny... well, the odd thing is, probably my worst b.o. offender that I, personally, had to deal with at work was actually dressed very nicely, and wearing perfume. The perfume... it did nothing..... and this person had no concept of personal space. One foot away is just too close unless you're related to me, and probably you're too near even then.
But even he doesn't compare to the worst-smelling human I've ever come across. That one goes in Sightings, so I'll post that there.
So, anyone else want to share worst-human-smell-ever stories?

and the wrost part of all.. he would then sit and read the paper for HOURS. Shockingly no other customers would stick around while he claimed the store.
But I digress.), and made me climb up into their odoriferous trucks, just to torture my nostrils. And I have an unusually good sense of smell; I can smell cigarettes on clothes weeks after they have been washed if someone has smoked near me, perfumes and colognes torture me, and so on.
they drag it all over the floors and the stench lingers for hours even after we've attacked the bleach to it! Thank goodness they don't come in as often anymore!
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