This was in response to the Fear the Boot episode on stinky gamers…
The worst gamer stank I can recall was from a mini-con we had at a friend’s house back in ’94 or so.
One guy was so bad that by the end of the con, people had maneuvered chairs and such around so his back was to the open screen door, and there was a large fan blowing directly at him at all times.
All that maneuvering, and no one said a word to him, because he was a
farmer, and had driven for 6 hours to come, and was sleeping in the
camper shell in the back of his pickup during the three days of the
Conversely, the same friend who hosted that event used to collect
money from everyone who played at his house to have his carpets
cleaned. Which makes perfect sense…except that he had his carpets
cleaned…monthly. A little OCD going on there, I thought.
On the subject of chairs, when I was in high school, my mom would come down to the dining room from her sewing room, and hear “thump! thump! thump!” as all of us stopped leaning back in our chairs. Many of those chairs died my senior year of high school…