I’m reminded of the story of an old priest who was riding in a subway when a man staggered toward him, smelling like a brewery, with lipstick on his collar. He sat down in the seat right next to the priest and started reading the paper. After a few minutes, the man turned to the priest and asked, “Excuse me, Father, what causes arthritis?”
The Priest, tired of smelling the liquor and saddened by the lifestyle, said roughly, “Loose living, drink, contempt for your fellow man and being with cheap and wicked women!”
“That’s amazing,” said the drunk and returned to his newspaper.
A while later, the priest, feeling a bit guilty, turned to the man and asked nicely, “How long have you had arthritis?”
“Oh,” said the man, “I don’t have arthritis, I was just reading
that the Pope did…”
