I've already described my dislike for some of the people that shop at the liquor store I work at. I know that in the liquor business, you're going to have some unpleasant clientele. But there are some that literally make me sick to my stomach. 

   Why is it that some people don't bathe? Is it just because thay are lazy? Or maybe they just don't smell themselves. So they figure that although it's been three weeks since their last shower, they don't smell anything so they don't need to trouble themsleves with hygeine. There are several people that come in smelling like gym socks that have been used a hundred times and never washed. As a matter of fact, my new name for dirty socks is (the city where I live) washrags. Because a lot of people here smell like they've used dirty socks to wash themselves with. The odor is so pungent, it's almost overwhelming. I have to stand there and wait for them to dig the change out of their purse, or whatever; My eyes watering and my stomach churning the whole time. When one of these customers comes into the store, it's actually possible to trace the path they walked through the store, just by smelling. You actually feel like the stench has left residue on you. It's totally gross, and I can't imagine how people can live like that. 

   Last week, a guy came in stinking like F.A.N. If you don't know what F.A.N. is, suffice it to say that it stands for 3 parts of the body that you would not want to be smelling like all the time. When he got to the counter (yes, I could smell him long before he reached the counter), I could see that his hands were all peely and covered in pus. I don't know what the hell he had, leprosy I guess. Anyway, he bought something, handed me the money, and then wanted to stand there and chat with me. I did my best to be pleasant, but tried very hard to end the conversation. Plus, it was getting harder to cover the fact that I was gagging. Finally he left, I thought. He sat in his car for about 10 minutes before coming back in to buy something else. Same thing this time. I kind of felt bad for him, because he probably doesn't have many friends, and that's why he wants to talk to the guy at the liquor store. Maybe I'm not a good Christian or humanitarian or whatever, but I sure didn't want to talk to the guy either. Anyway, he left again. Another 10 minutes later, he was back again. And, apparently his previous purchases cost him most of the money he had, because this time he paid with a fistfull of change. A wet, pusy, gross, nasty fistfull of change. This time he left for good, I watched him finally drive away. I then immediately washed my hands. 3 times, for good measure. I told my boss, very seriously, that if my hands start to peel I'm quitting. I don't get paid enough to catch some gross skin disease from somebody, just because they're such a nasty-ass that they don't bathe.

 

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