I had two trips to my local dump with stinking rotten wood. On my second trip a woman drove up behind my car and had to walk past me to access the particular skip- and, wow, she really stank of cigarette smoke which had embedded in her long hair and clothing....being far worse than my rank rotten decaying wood!
Girls, - give it up!! (and men too!)
I used to work in a Sports Shop, and a rather portly gentleman came in one day and wanted to try on a 3XL sized Leeds United shirt. I had to move away from the entrance to the Changing Rooms because of his B.O. He gave it back to me, to put back on the hanger and had to hold it at arms length. The girl who served him at the till had to spray air freshener all around the queue barrier - it was that strong (She was turning green around the gills). We commentated afterwards that we were glad he'd bought it - there was no way we could have sold it if he hadn't.....
it's odd, isn't it, VHG. I suppose they always smelt like that and I just didn't notice.
It's like when I used to accidentally get into a smoking carriage on the tube - 2nd or 2nd last carriage. They stank. But of course everyone in them was actually smoking, you wouldn't go there if you didn't need to.
Nothing wrong with a bit of nicotine deodorant, if you don't like it go live in a cocoon. The smokers lobby will outlast the non-smokers lobby so I guess you'll have to get used to it.
Most smokers don't actually reek like that. You have to be a heavy smoker and light on the personal hygeine. Last week I stood behind a man in Primark and the stink of foul onion sweat actually made me gag. Some people just don't wash enough.
There is a man in our town who smells so bad - not the usual oniony BO but undescribable! If he is in the supermarket you actually see the crowds part! If he is at the top of the aisle you can smell him at the end of the aisle especially if he had walked that way - a real lingering odour, everyone holds their noses, poor man there must be something medically wrong with him, unless it is just lack of soap? ;)
I lent a drill to a bloke who lived around the corner. When I went to get it back, he opened the door and I nearly collapsed. So I'm stood there, away from the door and upwind, when he came back,"I can't find it a minute,,,come on in." Needless to say, I made my excuses and scarpered.
When he moved these people in white suits and masks spent a week emptying his house. Including, so it was said, dead dogs.