I met Carol at a church carnival.
She looked to be a few years older than me, but she was attractive and shapely. Her glasses seemed to be a bit out of date, but I could tell that she was a fox if she took them off.
Carol was selling raffle tickets for a car that the church was giving away. I asked her if she came with the car and she said that it could be arranged. I bought five raffle tickets at $2 a piece. She asked me if I wanted to help her sell tickets, so I figured that it might get me closer to her, so I attempted to sell tickets with her for about an hour. We had a good time.
Finally, I asked her when she would be done, because I wanted to take her out for a cup of coffee or something. She turned and looked at me with a look of surprise, and then she said, “We have coffee in the convent if that’s what you're after.”
The convent?
I soon realized that Carol was better known as Sister Carol.
It was an honest mistake.
Why don’t nuns wear their habits anymore?
© 2006 Biff Remington - 1/18/11
