One night last week, my husband came home from work with brown stains all over the front of his WHITE shirt. John is usually relatively clean when he gets home, so I was curious about the brown stains. We had the following conversation...
Christy: What is all over your shirt?
John: Oh, that's just rust.
John: Yeah, I leaned up against a leaky, rusty pipe at work today.
John: It was a rusty pipe. (At this point, he was getting irritated with my questions.)
Christy: You are not a plumper. Why would you be leaning all over rusty pipes?
John: IT IS ICE CREAM! CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM! ALRIGHT!?!
I shit you not, my husband walked around half of the day looking like this. And he tried to sell the "leaky pipe" story to everyone who asked what was on his shirt. Classic!