Heath really had met people who were unhygienic, disliked keeping clean, and were incredibly slovenly. They were not customers, though, but a classmate and a coworker. The experience had been utterly awful.
Heath had met one such classmate in high school. The boy never brushed his teeth or washed his face, and sometimes, when Heath spoke to him, he could still see eye crust that had not been picked clean from his face. He went weeks without washing his hair, and the breath that came out whenever he opened his mouth could knock a person out. His body also gave off a powerful stink, and any chair he sat on would carry an utterly foul odor afterward. It was incredibly unpleasant.
Heath even wondered whether the boy had brushed his teeth at all during their three years of high school. During a school physical, after examining the boy's teeth, the doctor had told him to brush more often. The tartar was already thick enough to hide the color of his teeth. Heath had been right behind him, so he had heard it.
Heath had thought people like that were exceedingly rare, but after he started working, he met another coworker like that. This male coworker was not quite as bad, but he had one very serious problem: his feet smelled extremely strongly. Heath sat across from him and spent an entire morning feeling dizzy from the smell. Only after he discreetly mentioned it to his supervisor, who called the man over for a talk, did things improve considerably.
The world was simply so big that there were all kinds of bizarre customers out there. To keep things a little more peaceful in his food truck, Heath could only try his best to keep those customers from coming in. Or, if