The operation went well and, as the groggy man regained consciousness,
he was reassured by a sweet nun, who was waiting by his bed.
“Mr. Smith, you’re going to be just fine,” said the nun, gently
patting his hand. “We do need to know, however, how you intend to pay
for your stay here. Are you covered by insurance?”
“No, I’m not,” the man whispered hoarsely.
“Then can you pay in cash?” the nun asked.
“I’m afraid I cannot, Sister.”
“Well, do you have any close relatives?” the nun questioned.
“Just my sister in New Mexico,” he volunteered. “But she’s a humble
“Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Smith. Nuns are not spinsters. They are
married to God!”
“Really?” said Mr. Smith. “In that case, please send the bill to my