A respectable and distinguished woman was horrified by her next-door neighbor’s lifestyle. The neighbor seemed to be a horrendously poor housekeeper; she lived in a filthy house and raised messy, dirty children. The situation was disgraceful.
The woman decided to share her feelings of frustration with a visiting friend. “Just look at those clothes she has out on the line,” she began, pointing to her neighbor’s backyard. “See the black streaks spattered up and down those sheets and pillowcases?”
“It appears to be, my dear,” answered the visitor, “that the clothes are perfectly clean. The streaks that you see are on your own window.” ~ Chicken Soup to Warm the Neshama