Nun Golfer

[Guest thrasher]

A nun walks into Mother Superior's office and

 

plunks down into a chair. She

 

lets out a sigh heavy with frustration.

 

"What troubles you, Sister?" asks the Mother

 

Superior.

 

"I thought this was the day you spent with your family

 

"It was," sighed the Sister. "And I went to play golf with my brother. We

 

try to play golf as often as we can. You know I was quite a talented

 

golfer before I devoted my life to Christ."

 

"I seem to recall that," the Mother Superior agreed. "So I take it your

 

day of recreation was not relaxing?"

 

"Far from it," snorted the Sister. "In fact, I even took the Lord's name

 

in vain today!"

 

"Goodness, Sister!" gasped the Mother Superior,

 

astonished. "You must tell me all about it!"

 

"Well, we were on the fifth tee...and this hole is

 

a monster, Mother - 540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden

 

green...and I hit the

 

drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest swing

 

I ever made. And it's flying straight and true, right along the line

 

wanted...and it hits a bird in mid-flight not 100 yards off the tee!"

 

"Oh my!" commiserated the Mother. "How unfortunate! But surely that

 

didn't make you blaspheme, Sister!"

 

"No, that wasn't it," admitted Sister. "While I

 

was still trying to fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of

 

the woods, grabs my ball and

 

runs off down the fairway!"

 

"Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!"

 

sympathized Mother.

 

"But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the

 

Sister. "And I was so proud of myself! And while I was pondering whether

 

this was a sign from God, this

 

hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel

 

and flies off, with my ball still clutched in his paws!"

 

"So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with

 

a knowing smile.

 

"Nope, that wasn't it either," cried the Sister,

 

anguished, "because as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel

 

started struggling,

 

and the hawk dropped him right there on the green,

 

and the ball popped out of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the

 

cup!"

 

Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her

 

arms across her chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said...

 

"You missed the putt, didn't you?"