HadleyH1
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Let's just say it plainly....for heavens sake
Unwashed people!
there!
Unwashed people!
there!
We used to have a customer here we called "Santy Claus," because he was a heavy old man with a big white beard, and he had the most nostril-curdling case of BO I've ever encountered. He wore greasy, dirty clothes, and would spend a long time in our upstairs restroom to the point where I had to block the door open overnight after he'd been there to roust the funk out. We all figured he was homeless, and we took pity on him and never tried to interfere with him or discourage him from coming to a show now and then if he had the money to buy a ticket.
And then one day I saw him in a high-end burger restaurant down the street eating a $15 hamburger while looking at what appeared to be a stock portfolio on his Iphone. He wasn't homeless at all, or even poor -- he just didn't care what he smelled like.
Of course, the opposite extreme can be just as obnoxious -- a person, in close quarters, who has anointed himself or herself to the full with scented soaps, deodorants, shampoos, colognes, and perfumes can be so utterly overwhelming as to make one yearn for the simplicity of an honest sweaty armpit. There's one particular woman who comes to the theatre who seems to fully immerse herself in some kind of pine-scented preparation that reminds me of the night the turpentine warehouse caught fire. You can smell her coming down the street five minutes before she arrives at the door, and it's like a pulp truck just pulled in.
"Scented" laundry soaps and detergents, fabric softeners, and dryer sheets are also something I could do with out. If you want your clothes to smell like a "spring breeze" hang them on a clothesline, because the Better Living Thru Chemistry approximation of a spring breeze is cloying, overbearing, and obviously artificial. The only good use I've ever found for a dryer sheet is to shove them under the back seat of the Plodge in the wintertime to keep the mice away.
The smell of humanity, in closed places like the metro or small rooms and the such.
Of course, the opposite extreme can be just as obnoxious -- a person, in close quarters, who has anointed himself or herself to the full with scented soaps, deodorants, shampoos, colognes, and perfumes can be so utterly overwhelming as to make one yearn for the simplicity of an honest sweaty armpit. There's one particular woman who comes to the theatre who seems to fully immerse herself in some kind of pine-scented preparation that reminds me of the night the turpentine warehouse caught fire. You can smell her coming down the street five minutes before she arrives at the door, and it's like a pulp truck just pulled in.
Then you have the folks who consider liberal application of perfume or cologne as an alternative to bathing. No, the cloying scent merely sits on top of the body odor, it doesn't eliminate it.
Add the reeking stench of tobacco to the aroma of too much cologne and too little bathing and you've got the recipe for the ultimate bouquet -- of skunk cabbage.
Spencer Tunick photographs large numbers of gathered naked people. One of the participants wrote afterward that he was unprepared for the unexpected smell of hundreds of naked bodies all together. Primates stink. If you have any doubts, go spend time near a gorilla in the open air. They smell like you after a few showerless days.
On that note, the smell of the Amish everywhere around here. Old sweaty clothes and B.O.
Car folk will know what I mean about the bad smell of rear end dope.
Urine, vomit.
Are not favorite scents of mine.
Urine, vomit.
Are not favorite scents of mine.
Polo says he has the same sentiments and also my liter box!
Polo is 2J's cat, who shows up in the oddest places....and Polo is..who?
Polo is 2J's cat, who shows up in the oddest places
Polo is 2J's cat,
who shows up in the oddest places