MAN: Have you finished ironing my silk shirt?
BUTLER: Yes, sir.
MAN: Then please bring it here. I have to get dressed!
BUTLER: Sir, I was ironing and someone knocked on the door. I went to open it and when I came back I could smell something burning….
MAN: Don’t tell me you’ve burnt my shirt!
BUTLER: I… yes, I did.
MAN: Oh, no! Fortunately I have another silk shirt in the cupboard.
BUTLER: I know that, sir. That’s why I cut it up and patched up the one I burnt!
