Source of smell a close shave

What’s that smell?

GROWING and maintaining a proper beard for the first time at 50 was an interesting experience for one father-of-eight.

He began growing his beard when the weather was warmer and continued the up-keep of trimming it for a few months.

He even conditioned it to keep it nice and soft.

What he didn’t do, and didn’t realise he had to do, was wash it.

On the school holidays he was sitting around the table with all his children when he smelt a horrible smell.

He was sure it was coming from one of his children and went around smelling each of them.

Each child smelt worse than the next but no one else could smell this imaginary foul scent. He eventually gave up, feeling puzzled.

A few days later he was working up a sweat while doing the yard work, wiping his sweat from his face with is forearm.

That’s when the mysterious smell wafted back to him. This time it was coming from his forearm.

That is when he realised the smell was coming from right under his nose, from his own beard.

He promptly shaved it off and doesn’t plan on growing it back any time soon.

Hug snub

HERE’S one for those who hate hugs.

Inner-city office worker was directed by their manager to give a co-worker a hug, for reasons that have not yet been explained to Whispers.

The dutiful worker complied with the boss’ demand and tracked down the target co-worker, thinking they were just being a nice person.

But then it turns out the hug-target isn’t such a fan of random hugs which is only realised too late mid-embrace.

Congratulations, you are now in the socially awkward predicament in the lunch room of your work place.

Moral of the story: do not listen to your manager in situations when they tell you to hug other staff.

Fogged up

THERE’S few chances in life to meet a real hero.

There’s even fewer chances to meet the hero and not have instant regrets.

That person you admire, whose career you’ve charted and followed, and whose work inspires you.

So when you meet them and, in a state of fandom panic your glasses fog up, there’s nothing you can do but smile and carry on.

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