As in any city of a signifigant size, I frequently find myself in closer proximity to my fellow human beings than I would like. I have a rather large circle of personal space when I am surrounded by people I don't know (when I am cofortable with a person, I will almost sit in their lap).
I recognize, however, that I maust make accomadations for being out in public. Especially when traveling on public transit.
Since, on occasion, we are all forced to be closer to one another than maybe we would like, let me offer this gentle suggestion.
BATHE! And put on some deodorant.
Yes, I realize it is hot and humid out, and we are all sweating more than is normal. I expect the construction worker's deodorant may have failed by the time his work day is done.
But there is no excuse for the guy in a shirt and tie to smell like a homeless person who hasn't seen a shower since the first Bush was president.
And for all those pseudo-hippie wannabes, Patchouli does not count as deodorant.
2 comments:
This is the one time of year that I actually feel sorry for all the "suits" in this town. They look miserable in their long-sleeved shirts, ties, jackets (and most of them have to wear undershirts, too!)
Thank God I'm a girl.
I would second that last part.
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