| Not a coworker, but when I first came to San Francisco, there was this homeless woman who I used to see around my apartment building. My place was on the corner, and as I came out, if she was anywhere on the block and the wind blew the right way, I could smell her. It was awful - I don't think she'd bathed in probably a year. I wish I was exxagerating - it was that bad, almost like rotten flesh. She walked around with a big brown blanket wrapped around her all the time, rain or shine, and sometimes I'd see her just sitting on the sidewalk, hiding in the blanket and peering out at the world. I used to speculate how it happened - I mean I think she most likely had some form of mental illness, to let it get that bad, but I imagine being homeless, at one point she went a few weeks without a shower, and then, I don't know, was too embarassed to go to a shelter and ask for one? And then as it got worse and worse she got used to it and was too afraid to do something about it.. I don't know. People I knew made fun of her, but I felt bad for her.
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