No Self-Awareness
I had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
I had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
Suggested by Ding Dong Montily on High
( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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My friend Vanessa visited a wig shop..
...in the hope of obtaining a 'real' wig on a special offer price. She was well know to the staff in the shop who were on first name terms with her, so, when she asked if they had such an item she received the reply 'Sorry, no sale of hair, Ness'.
( , Mon 3 Dec 2012, 12:45, 2 replies)
...in the hope of obtaining a 'real' wig on a special offer price. She was well know to the staff in the shop who were on first name terms with her, so, when she asked if they had such an item she received the reply 'Sorry, no sale of hair, Ness'.
( , Mon 3 Dec 2012, 12:45, 2 replies)
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