The crotch sniffing reminded me of this.... ( please assume retired bloke)
Yesterday I was at my local Sainsbury's store buying a large bag of Winalot dog food for my sisters dogs and was in the checkout queue when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
What did she think I had an elephant? So, since I'm retired and have little
to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting
the Winalot Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended
up in hospital last time, but I'd lost 2 stone before I woke up in intensive
care with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it
works is to load your pockets with Winalot nuggets and simply eat one or two
every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works
well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that
practically everyone in queue was now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, she asked me if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food
poisoned me I told her no, I stepped off the kerb to sniff an Irish Setter's
arse and a car hit me.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was
laughing so hard. I'm now banned from Sainsbury's.
Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to think of daft things to say.