I ran by the grocery store this afternoon after I was finished at the gym. The last gym I belonged to was right next to a big grocery store, and I often picked up a few things before heading home. Then, there seemed to be several other sweaty patrons like me, and the proximity to the gym was its own explanation.
Today I felt a little self-conscious, though, because I had to drive to the store from the gym, and it seemed like I was the only shopper in damp workout duds. I didn't think I smelled too bad, but I kept my distance from other people as best I could, in case. I was reminded of a joke my grandfather used to tell.
An old lady went to the doctor, and when he asked her how she was, she said, "Fine, except I've been passing gas a lot lately. It's silent and odorless, though." She paused, "Oh, it just happened!"she reported.
The doctor nodded, prescribed some medication, and told her to come back in a week.
"How are you?" he asked at her next appointment.
"Okay," she answered. "I'm still gassy, though, and they are still silent, but now they really stink!"
"Well, we've fixed your sense of smell," he told her. "Time to work on your hearing."
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