Women have secret powers. It's true. They won't tell us men about them, but sometimes it slips. Like when they know what we're thinking even if we don't. But they know we already know about that power. They read it in our minds. So now they just admit they have to be mind readers to understand us.
I'm talking about a different power this time though. I've suspected it for some time, but it dawned on me as I scrubbed the bath tub. They can see things we men can't. My brothers, there's a colour, out of our visual range, that glows like a beacon to women. They call it "dirt". I imagine it must be some kind of glowing evil brown. Whatever it is, I can't spot it like a woman can.
When she tells me "The bath tub needs cleaning," I take her word for it. I scrub every inch of that thing, because I know if I miss a spot, she'll be able to see it like a radiant blemish. It doesn't matter that it looks the same to me after I finish. I apparently can't see that colour. But hopefully I did a good job in washing it away so she doesn't have to see it.
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