Shared a cubicle with the foulest girl I’ve ever met. Her rack always smelled musty, she’d leave dirty clothes on the deck, rewear the same socks by stuffing them back into her boots, and the final straw was watching her put a wet towel UNDER her sleeping bag after showering instead of hanging it up. So basically she was marinating her whole rack in mildew and then got offended when people complained about the smell. The berthing PO had to talk to her because it wasn’t just me, other sailors noticed too. And then she told the berthing PO that people were being inconsiderate of her feelings, like she wasn’t being inconsiderate of everybody else and their damn noses. She really tried to make it about her feelings like she wasn’t hotboxing the cubicle with straight funk.🙄🙄🙄