As she settles into the back seat, she notices the handsome driver keeps glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
Finally, she asks,
My son, why do you keep staring at me?
The driver replies,
I have something I'd like to ask, but I'm afraid it might offend you.
The nun smiles warmly.
My son, at my age, and after spending so many years as a nun, I've seen and heard just about everything. I doubt you could say anything that would offend me.
The driver takes a deep breath.
Well... I've always had a dream of receiving a kiss from a nun.
The nun thinks for a moment and says,
Well, perhaps that can be arranged... but only if you meet two conditions:
First, you must be single.
Second, you must be Catholic.
The driver grins.
I am! I'm single, and I'm Catholic.
Very well, the nun says.
Pull into the next quiet alley.
A few moments later, they return to the road.
The driver suddenly begins to cry.
My dear child, the nun asks gently, why are you crying?
Please forgive me, he says. I lied. I'm actually married... and I'm Jewish.
The nun smiles and replies,
That's all right.
My name is Kevin...
...and I'm on my way to a costume party.
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