It was the same routine every night…

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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