My uncle just emailed this to me, and I thought it was cute enough to share:
There was a Scottish painter named Wayne who was very interested in
making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make
it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the
Presbyterian Church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of
one of their biggest buildings.
Wayne put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.
So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and
buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.
Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky
opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over
the church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn
among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and
useless paint.
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got
down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke..
(you're going to love this)
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"


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