Obsessive compulsive

At work yesterday, I noticed that my hand smelt rather unpleasant. It was the sort of smell you get if you've been handling a lot of coins. Not very nice. So I went and washed my hands.

Five minutes later, I noticed that the smell was still there. So I went and washed my hands again—a bit more dilligently this time.

Blow me, when I returned to my desk, the smell was still there! This was getting ridiculous. So I went to wash my hands yet again.

It turned out the smell was from the soap.

By Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

5 comments

  1. After a week of riveting postings by Mr Carter, I'm surprised there hasn't been more 'comments'. So expect a flood of interesting responses once they see that someone is being proactive in being reactive....

  2. How could I have missed this one? What a hero! If there were more people who took proactive measures to save the environment like this, the world would be a better place.

    Actually, I shall be visiting Hampshire in a few weeks' time!

  3. Hampshire is renowned for its culls: Deer, ponies, squirrels, badgers. You don't need a gun, just driving up & down the M27 a few times will do the trick.We are just over the border in Dorset (a county devoid of motorways). You must pop round & kill something. I particularly recommend the man in St. Ann's Ave. who's car alarm goes off at all hours!

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