This one is simple: STOP SHOPPING WHEN YOU SMELL.
If people don’t want to wash themselves, then they need to stay in their own homes. Away from me. Maybe after a few days of smelling death, they’d finally get their act together and jump in the shower.
First, this lady along with her children, who looked and acted more likely to rob the store than graduate high school, comes up to the register with a few items. Not a problem. Until I’ve overcome with a wave of filth. This chick, and her family, were gross. I’ve smelled worse, but not in an environment where I’m supposed to be professional. It was a very awkward checkout experience, for both me and the customer. I’m trying to make small talk without gagging and she was undoubtedly wondering why I kept backing up.
As soon as she was gone, I made my way to the fitting room, hoping to get some fresh air. That didn’t happen. A few minutes later, another B.O. ridden individual comes in to try on some clothes. Not to be too graphic, but something must have died in this lady’s pants. No joke. Gross.
Please, everybody, take a shower and then buy clothes. No the other way around.
