In the spirit of religious stories, here's another.
A young priest just out of seminary is assigned to work an inner city parish. He likes to take a walk after supper, and these girls in short skirts keep asking him if he wants a
quickie for five bucks, giggling. He always says no thank you, but has no idea what they are talking about. This happens almost every time he walks.
Finally one day, he goes into old mother superior's office at the church, and tells her what's been happening and asks her what a quickie is.
She looks up and replies,
five bucks, just like in town.
True story. Forty years ago, a group of us piled into a car and drove way up north in the lower peninsula of MI to go camping in late fall. We got off the main roads up there and drove for miles and miles down old logging roads which were more trails than roads. We finally found a good camping spot right next to a fast moving deep and frigid creek. After three days in the same big tent (seeing no one out there the whole time), we agreed we all needed a bath, so we went over to the creek stripped down and waded knee deep in the frigid water and soaped up and splashed off, laughing about how cold it was. Because the creek was down below a little bank we didn't see the big station wagon driving up. But when it pulled up right next to us, we saw it and the car load of children in it. We instantly all sat down in the water to cover our nudity, as the guy rolled the window down and said he was lost and needed directions. Gasping with the cold, I yelled out..
back your car out of here so we can get out and dressed and we'll help you out. That was our only bath that week.
