"What do you think you're doing?" shouted my ma. She had just caught me wearing her brand new rubber gloves. She had bought them specially to clean the house.
"I'm just using them to clean my bike, Ma. Does it really matter what they are used for?" I asked.
"Well, that's OK, son", she said. "Just as long as you're not using them for writing graffiti on the walls!"
By Ross Fay (The Birthday Boy!)
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