is walking down the pavement tapping his white stick as he goes. He passes a fishmonger, stops, takes a deep breath through his nose and says "Good morning, Ladies".
This is not a joke..............I was in the chemists yesterday and a blind lady came in with her guide dog. She waited whilst I was being served and then asked the young male assistant if she could book herself in for a perm. I was peeing myself with laughing as he tried to tactfully explain that the hairdressers was next door..............
Speaking as a lady who doesn't think she smells of fish unless she has actually been gutting a trout or chopping up cod steaks, I find these odourous jokes very malodourous...