It was the same routine every night. Fred would arrive home
from the coal mine and jump into the bath that his wife
always had ready for him, and then she would lovingly wash
his back. However, one evening it all changed. When Fred
got into the bath, his wife took a brush to him and scrubbed
him till he was red raw.
“Hey, woman,” he yelled. “What’s going on?”
“You tell me,” she retorted. “For as long as I can remember
you’ve always walked into the house dead on 6 o’clock, black
from head to toe. But tonight, you’re 45 minutes late and a
small part of you is white.”
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