The security guard at our front desk smells. I mean, he smells bad.
He's nothing to do with our company - he comes with the building. He's been around for about six months now. You've often caught a faint whiff of BO as you've walked past him, but it's never been troubling - you've just considered yourself lucky not to have found yourself next to him on the tube. But over the last couple of weeks, it's become an order of magnitude worse. It's no longer just BO - now he smells rank - like something has died. And it's not just a whiff any more, either; you can smell him all the way up the stairs.
Tracey keeps threatening to leave a bar of soap on his desk. When he's not there, that is, naturally.
I have no idea why I'm posting this, really. It just had to be said.Posted to Apropos of nothing by Simon Brunning at February 10, 2005 02:11 PM