How...how how how how how how how HOW can you let your body odor get to the point where a person who was sitting three feet away from you for thirty seconds has to go into the bathroom and wash out their clothes in the sink just to escape the absolute HORRIBLENESS?? (NO ONE is laughing at my tendency to always carry a change of clothes anymore.) And how do you even ACHIEVE a smell that's vaguely reminiscent of my father's compost heap if it had been sprayed with sugar and oranges?? I've heard that sometimes diabetics can have some sort of "sweet" smell to them, but this...this was like a cherry lollipop dipped in liquid hog shit and dried with the fur from a week-dead badger. WTF is THAT??
I mean, when you're talking to someone who is INVOLUNTARILY scooting back away from you just to try and escape the wave of nausea-inducing filth, how can you not be aware of it? Someone who is being paid to be professional and not shriek and run from you can only very BARELY control a reaction that screams "DEATH, RUN FROM DEATH, RUN FROM IT!" at your passing.
I mean, when you're talking to someone who is INVOLUNTARILY scooting back away from you just to try and escape the wave of nausea-inducing filth, how can you not be aware of it? Someone who is being paid to be professional and not shriek and run from you can only very BARELY control a reaction that screams "DEATH, RUN FROM DEATH, RUN FROM IT!" at your passing.
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