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Find another store to torment with your smell!!
When I worked in a grocery store as customer service, I was kinda locked in this booth. Every day, this man would come in and play the Keno lottery. Yea, the kind that goes off every 3 minutes. He would win a few dollars, and play again. The ENTIRE day. He would just walk around the store, check his numbers, get more tickets, walk some more, eat a muffin, play again, eat some food from the buffet....
It wouldn't have been so bad if he didnt smell so HORRIBLE. He would always wear a windbreaker that seemed to hold in the smell until it ripens and emanates from him. Greasy red-dyed-gray hair, eyebrows that could double as two sewer rats stuck to his face and a smell that resembled a wet towel left in a plastic bag with a dead animal in a corner during the summer, and death itself I don't think it was any kind of medical problem either, just the fact that he failed to take a shower. Every time he would come to the counter, I would have to hold my breath and just breathe minimally. The smell made your eyes tear, and burned the nose and throat like acid.
My coworkers used to play rock-paper-scissors to wait on the guy. He never seemed to notice. He also used to buy Parliament cigarettes, so the smoke just added to his extreme smell. He could clear out the entire cafe area (a really small area for customers to eat) in a matter of seconds.
Anyway, thanks for reading that. I don't know why it was in my head, but I had to get it out.
It wouldn't have been so bad if he didnt smell so HORRIBLE. He would always wear a windbreaker that seemed to hold in the smell until it ripens and emanates from him. Greasy red-dyed-gray hair, eyebrows that could double as two sewer rats stuck to his face and a smell that resembled a wet towel left in a plastic bag with a dead animal in a corner during the summer, and death itself I don't think it was any kind of medical problem either, just the fact that he failed to take a shower. Every time he would come to the counter, I would have to hold my breath and just breathe minimally. The smell made your eyes tear, and burned the nose and throat like acid.
My coworkers used to play rock-paper-scissors to wait on the guy. He never seemed to notice. He also used to buy Parliament cigarettes, so the smoke just added to his extreme smell. He could clear out the entire cafe area (a really small area for customers to eat) in a matter of seconds.
Anyway, thanks for reading that. I don't know why it was in my head, but I had to get it out.
Cat Piss Man didn't last very long, though. I think the boss realized that the smell drove customers away. Sad thing was, I don't think it was for lack of washing -- once I was in the shop when CPM dropped by to say hello, and there was a strong scent of soap overlaid on his typical B.O. Maybe he actually had some kind of hormone problem and just smelled that way whether he was clean or dirty.
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