Dear Ann Landers,
y wife works in an office, and I am employed in a plant. We used to take the same bus to and from town, and it worked out fine. A few months ago, Wilma's boss decided to stagger the quitting time so there wouldn't be a crush at five, and now she takes an earlier bus. She is always home when I get there. Last night, I left work twenty minutes early because I had a backache. When the bus stopped at Wilma's comer, she boarded with a good-looking, well-built guy. They seemed to be having a great time, laughing and joking. When Wilma saw me, she got red in the face and introduced me. I recognized the plaid shirt he was wearing because I had ironed it. Wilma has been bringing home this guy's shirts for months-said they belonged to some orphan 93 kid she wanted to help out. Wilma does all the washing in the family, and I do the ironing because I was a presser in the Navy. When we got home, I got mad and told her I wasn't ironing any more of the "orphan's" shirts. She called me a jealous fool and acted highly insulted. What do you make of this?-Manny

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