I remember popping into a fast-food place, just for a bit of a lunch, when in walked an entire group of the filthiest, smelliest, sloppiest, most slovenly group of people (all white) I have ever seen. Turns out they were having a birthday party at this restaurant, much to our dismay.
The women were attired in too-small shirts that were literally see-through with grease and sweat. Hair was limp and bedraggled. Teeth were missing. All exposed skin--and there was a lot--was grimy and dirty. Some of them were not wearing shoes. The kids (including the birthday guest) had that mask of dirt and snot going diagonally across each of their faces, from repeated wiping.
We were prepared to grit our teeth and stay long enough to finish our meal--until I caught sight of three particular items. One of them was the saggy pants of one of the young girls, who appeared to be some sort of white-chocolate-thug-life-ride-or-die chick/pseudo punk-rocker. Her baggy jeans looked as if somebody--literally--soaked them in urine and mud for about 2 months, then dragged them behind a pickup truck. The skin showing in the jeans holes was GRAY...GRAY. Not dingy pink, not dirty peach, but GRAY. Nobody was wearing clothing in their size. Everybody was dirty and in too-small clothes except this young girl.
The other items was the bare feet of one of the men. AND the bottom of his exposed beer belly. The instant I caught sight of these, both my husband and I lost our appetites, tossed our food in the trash, and bolted. I've never seen a sight quite like that one--close, but not quite--before or since.