Joke of the Week

THIN PAINT

A Scottish tradesman, a painter named Jock, was always interested in making a pound where he could. He would thin down his paint to make it go a wee bit farther, and he got away with this for some time.

Then one day, the biggest church in town decided to paint the roof of their building. Jock put in a bid and, because his price was so low, he got the job. So Jock set to, with a right good will, erecting the trestles and putting up the planks, buying the paint, and, yes, thinning it down with turpentine.

One day he was up on the scaffold painting away, the job nearly done, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky opened up and the rain poured down, washing all the thin paint off the church. Jock was knocked off the scaffold, landing on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint. Now, Jock was no fool. He knew this was probably a judgment from the Almighty, so he fell on his knees and cried,

“Oh, God, forgive me! What do you want me to do?”

And from the thunder, he heard a mighty voice:

“Repaint and thin no more!"