As may be imagine, cooking in Egypt during the hot summer months took a toll on the body glands, some more than others, A such less fortunate being, was one of the cooks in our tent, a wirey built Scottish lad about six one.
We had to deposit our laundry at the Dhobi Wallah's in GHQ OR's camp some three miles away in Fayid. to be collected three days later.
One time we were queuing to collect our clean laundry and jock was in front. he gave his name. He was given his clean laundry along with his unwashed socks on the top.
The head Dhobi came out and said he was not going to wash his socks.
"Why Not?" asked Jock. "You wash everybody else's socks."
'Yes" replied the Dhobi Wallah But they don't smell like yours.
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