Miss Bee
- To: J*@aol.com, hosta-open@mallorn.com
- Subject: Miss Bee
- From: S*@aol.com
- Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 12:53:05 EST
Miss Bee was in her eighties and much admired for her sweetness and
kindness to all in the RV park where she had settled down enjoying
her retirement.
A local pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in spring
and she
welcomed him into her Victorian decorated park model.
She invited him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea. As
he sat
facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut glass
bowl sitting on top of it, filled with water. In the water floated,
of all
things, a condom! Imagine his shock and surprise. Imagine his
curiosity!
Surely Miss Bee had flipped or something! But he certainly couldn't
mention
the strange sight in her parlor. When she returned with tea
and cookies, they began to chat.
The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water
and its
strange floater, but soon it got the better of him, and he could
resist no
longer.
"Miss Bee," he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this,"
(pointing to
the bowl).
"Oh yes," she replied, "Isn't it wonderful? I was walking downtown
last
fall, and I found this little package. It said to put it on the
organ
and keep it wet, and it would prevent disease. And you know, I
think
it's working! I haven't had a cold all winter!"
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