Bob is sitting on a train staring dreamily at the guy across from him. “Hey,” says the guy, “why are you staring at me?” “Whether you believe it or not,” says Bob, “you are the spitting image of my...

Bob is sitting on a train staring dreamily at the guy across from him.
“Hey,” says the guy, “why are you staring at me?”
“Whether you believe it or not,” says Bob, “you are the spitting image of my wife. Except for the beard.”
“I don’t have a beard,” says the guy.
“No, but the wife does.”

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