Smelly Customers

When it came to me to create this blog one afternoon I was brainstorming ideas to write about and it then it struck me. Struck me quite literally, in the nose to be exact. What in the world was that smell?! I turned around to see a middle aged customer in a sweat soaked sleeveless shirt, holding god only knows what part of his boat. He turned to me and started asking me some questions, but all I could do was concentrate on not breathing. As I fought against my gag reflex, my anger levels started to rise. Who in their right mind, besides perhaps twelve year olds who don't know better, goes out in public smelling like cabbage that's been sitting in the sun for a week? And the real question is, who doesn't wear any deodorant when they know they're going to working on their boat all day in the hot summer Florida sun? What the hell is wrong with you! Did you grow up with hippies? Do you like making people puke as you pass by?

People continually amaze me with their lack of compassion, their inconsiderateness, their arrogance, and their sheer stupidity. Of course without them I couldn't write this blog or laugh at the amazingly stupid customers I tend to get on a day to day basis. Oh and it's not normally the dock workers or the mechanics that come in smelling that bad, it's always some poor sap who decided that today was a good day to do some boat work. They know ahead of time what they'll be doing all day, they know they'll need to go to the store, they know they really don't know what they're doing. Maybe smelling bad is seen as a badge of honor, a sort of manly macho thing to do? I don't know, I just don't get it. Luckily I have a can of Lysol and some air freshener at the register so next time I get stuck there with one of these putrid people I can maybe give myself some relief. If shirt and shoes are required to enter, so should deodorant!