Damn Bitch! You Smell!

Now, before you laugh at the title of this news piece, I swear by the stench of this winch! I can be sitting at my desk, with the entire airline operation going up in flames (no, Chad not literally) and this woman could walk by and make you stop and say, “Damn!” First, she is from the East Coast, right there that make her obnoxious (no offense to those who aren’t, but that is the SoCal mentality). She is also very annoying (and a Liberal…do I see a connection?) when it comes to her office antics. But let me get back to why I am writing about her.

Forget everything I said up to now except for the fact that she smells. She walks by your desk and you just wait for to catch a whiff of her smell. Now 99.5% of the time a woman walks by you get the scent of perfume. Not this woman. It takes about 10 seconds and the smell of body odor hits you like shit hitting a fan. It is rancid.

Personally, I am very concerned with my hygiene. I shower once or twice a day and I am always washing my hands. I know if I can smell myself, even if I catch a whiff of something funky, I will sorta take sniff of myself, just to confirm it’s not me.

Being as I was relatively new at my place of work, I was not sure who I could confide in. I mean holy hell, I could NOT be the only one who could smell this woman. Our office space is rather crowded and cramped, proverbial “sardines in a can.” So when the funk hits the office you know its source quickly.

I just don’t see how someone can come to work, day after day smell rancid and rank and go through their shift as if nothing is wrong. I don’t know, is it wrong for me to stand up and tell her she stinks?