In the woods, please!
In the woods, please!
Soap and water? What’s that?
That is prejudiced against stinking people!
Rise up my fellow Stinkwads and declare a Sniffwad on the Unsmellers!
Smellists!
Halitosis Haters!
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I got nothing....
“...a practice that some drivers say may lead to discrimination against immigrants.” Then “some drivers” are, by definition, racists.
“A 2013 survey of 331 drivers by San Diego State University and Center on Policy Initiatives found 94 percent were immigrants and 65 percent were from East Africa.”
So it seems these tests are rather racist.
I had a classmate in high school from Iraq. Stunk up the entire classroom and apparently didn’t know it was him the teacher was talking about. It was a typing class, the teacher was giving us lectures on hygiene, if you can’t afford soap - he will provide it. We sat in alpha order and I was the lucky one to sit as one of 3 at a typing table with him. My goodness, he was foul.
Evidently the cabies were the second to cry foul.
I got into a taxi once in eastern Europe. Almost wretched. The a-hole driver was so foul. Few cabs around and I was in a serious rush to something important or would have gotten right back out.
We had an engineer from Germany. You could tell when you got on the elevator that he had been on it sometime in the last 15 minutes. If the elevator was full and he got on everybody would exit on the next floor whether it was theirs or not. He was a very surly individual and no one wanted to confront him. I didn’t work near him but I heard many sticks of deodorant were left on his desk to no effect.
Remember the “underwear bomber” and the bomb that didn’t go off because he had worn the same pair of underwear for months? Bet that whole plane stunk of barrack 0bama.
I once worked with a woman from France. She was very elegant looking, from her coiffure and dress however, she chose not to wear any deodorant or anti-perspirant. In addition, she unfortunately chose not to shave her pits.
Summer in Ottawa can get quite torrid, like Toronto or NYC, so she would often go sleeveless. On such days, I tried to stay upwind of her because the smell of BO was just vile and hairy pits are most definitely not a turn-on!
October, 1993... Land in NYC at LaGuardia. Have to get to 33rd and Lex. Get in cab and my olfactory senses immediately assaulted in the most extreme way. I mean it was the most acrid and nasty funk that I had ever smelled in my life... It was like a mixture of burned electrical motor and decaying human flesh. The cabby was sitting in there happy as a clam, while the 3 of us were about to hurl... Yes, I would hope that hygiene would be of importance to all - but it obviously wasn’t to the driver. To me, he was a bio-hazard.
Filthy cabbies can’t shower because the water will drown their bedbugs.