Sunday, June 27, 2010

Breathe so bad fly's and maggot's would be disgusted by the smell...

I'm usually the kind of guy who will tolerate or endure anything, so long as its not permanent. I'll hide my emotions and not give my opinion as its not in my nature to make people feel insecure about something, no matter how bad it may be. I'll leave that task to someone who knows them well enough to do so. However, today whilst I was working the shop floor at work today I'm pretty certain that I smelled the worst scent that I've ever smelled, and I'm almost certain that it'll remain the worst smell I'll ever smell for a long time, I mean if i were to smell anything worse I'm certain I would die in the process of smelling it, as I literally passed out for a split second when I smelled what I smelled today.

As I was flat stacking wood in the lumber department, a customer approached me and asked me where the vinyl fencing was. Usually the first of the five senses that are engaged when addressing a customer will either be sight or hearing. Before I had a chance to engage the customer my sense of smell was met with the equivalent of a sledge hammer blow in the form of a pungent smell, of what I can only describe as combination of fecal matter, vinegar and ammonia. But even that combination doesn't even being to describe how bad this fellow's breathe was. Like I said before, usually I'll never show any sign of discomfort as I feel that it's not fair to make someone feel unnecessarily insecure, but in this case it was impossible. I couldn't keep my composure, his breath had force me to turn my face away and inhale air that was less contaminated than the air around him. I intentionally stood perpendicular to him so as to remain out of his line of breath, and I'm pretty sure I was also unintentionally making faces every time I caught a whiff of his unholy bad breath. Like when you suck a lemon, or take a shot of whiskey and you feel you face's muscle's start to bunch up. It was like that, the only difference was with lemons or whiskey you can probably prevent yourself from making a face, but with this guy's breath... Impossible.

I know what your probably thinking, it couldn't have been that bad, but I assure it was worse. I mean I'm proud of myself for dealing with it the way I did, as I'm pretty certain a lot of people would have just told this guy to get a pack of Tic Tacs or something. Or maybe that he should re-introduce a tooth brush back into his life. Oh and I think it's worth mentioning this guy didn't have halitosis or any sort of infection of that nature, just in case anyone thinks I'm being insensitive. This was plain old neglect of one's mouth. I'm going to end it on this note, smelling this guy's breath was probably equal to smelling Satan's fart, and I pray that he has since seen a connection between all the people who gag when he speaks and mouth.

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