Have a mint
Jan. 16th, 2006 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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customers_suck posted a bad-breath story that reminded me of something from bygone years...
Ugh. Back in my furniture-moving days I worked with a guy who literally spewed brimstone with every breath. It didn't help that he was a heavy breather. It was sheer torture to be across a sofa-bed from him, having to endure every fetid puff of breath as he carried his end. You could smell when he had been in the elevator five minutes after he'd left it.
He was a BIG boy, though, with temper issues, so nobody wanted to be the one to say, "Hey W, you could gag maggots with that breath of yours." One day we were sitting in the coffee room...
W: Do I have bad breath?
Me: (wary) Why do you ask?
W: Because everybody around here keeps giving me gum and breath mints.
customers_suck posted a bad-breath story that reminded me of something from bygone years...Ugh. Back in my furniture-moving days I worked with a guy who literally spewed brimstone with every breath. It didn't help that he was a heavy breather. It was sheer torture to be across a sofa-bed from him, having to endure every fetid puff of breath as he carried his end. You could smell when he had been in the elevator five minutes after he'd left it.
He was a BIG boy, though, with temper issues, so nobody wanted to be the one to say, "Hey W, you could gag maggots with that breath of yours." One day we were sitting in the coffee room...
W: Do I have bad breath?
Me: (wary) Why do you ask?
W: Because everybody around here keeps giving me gum and breath mints.
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Date: 2006-01-16 03:33 pm (UTC)Reading that made me grab a breath mint for myself this morning!
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Date: 2006-01-16 05:38 pm (UTC)