The Wife says that every time I wear a white shirt, I always spill something on it.
I say it's not so.
And today, I have proof.
I wore a gray shirt and a black tie (with white stripes).
And I spilled something on it at lunch. Ketchup. From the fries that came with my 3-cheese bacon burger I ordered.
So, now I've shown that wearing a white shirt has nothing whatsoever to do with spilling food on myself.
I feel better now that I've proved my point. Or would, if I didn't have a ketchup stain on my silk tie.