It’s Nun Of Your Business

I’m in the car with my mom when we find ourselves behind a car moving VERY slowly. We figure it’s just “Sunday drivers” or possibly “leafers” — tourists from hotter states who’ve come to see the leaves turn color on our trees — but after a few minutes, Mom gets annoyed with them.

Mom: “What are we behind, a couple of nuns?!“

As if on cue, the car makes a turn. Into a church. And we can see far enough into the car to see that, yes, we ARE behind a couple of nuns.

Mom: *Gasps* “I’m sorry, Jesus!”