Originally Posted by
Hemiram
When I think of "That Smell", I think back to Las Vegas in 1980, when I, who was used to the smell of drunks and bums, got to smell, well, what was, and is, the worst smelling guy I've ever dealt with. Worse than the guy with rotten chicken bones rolled up into his hair? No contest. He didn't look all that bad or dirty, but if you got within 10 feet of him, you could barely keep your eyes open, and some of the people who were near him were gagging. He went into the Keno area at the casino I worked at, and almost immediately, people started leaving. The Keno boss calls me over and says, "Hey, you gotta get him out of here!". By that time he was alone in the middle of Keno, and I went over and, while I was getting woozy, said quietly, "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave!". He started huffing and puffing and asked "Why?". I said, "Because you smell like hell!". I said it in a whisper, I didn't want to embarrass him, I just wanted him out. He got very angry, and accused me of being a "bigoted MF'er". I was so happy when my boss showed up and took him into the office to explain to him that he, as he said, "Smells so bad he makes a s*&twagon smell nice". My boss gave him $20 to go to the flophouse and get a shower and some new clothes. We had this cherry deodorizer in the office that worked 100% before he was in there, but didn't get rid of his reek at all. We finally wiped off everything in the office with rubbing alcohol and it seemed to do the trick. The seat he sat on in Keno had to be tossed, it was like Jerry's car in Seinfeld where the smell wouldn't go away. He was by far, the stinkiest guy I've personally smelled, and I've smelled a couple of methheads, and the chicken bone in the hair guy beat them out for pure reek.