The Episcopalian Announcement
Years old, but still funny.
Me: (Phone rings, see Grandmas number.) Ah, bonsoir.
Grandma: Where are you?
Me: Montreal, stuck in customs.
Grandma: You are coming home?
Me: Yes, that is why I’m stuck in customs.
Grandma: Ok. On Sunday, you travel; I go to mass. (She really means traveled, on previous Sunday.)
Me: Yes.
Grandma: I go to Christ the King. People there are common. They wear jeans, don’t know anything about pageantry.
Me: (trying not to giggle) Ok.
Grandma: We are Episcopalian now. You come on Sunday.
Me: This has nothing to do with the fact that we are both going to burn in hell for being divorced?
Grandma: No. Yes. Now maybe I confess, take communion. You come on Sunday. (Hangs up.)
Me: (Put phone back in bag, trying not to call attention to self by laughing in long miserable line.)
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Now I just wish you’d come to church with me so I’d go myself. I mean I should be there in 13 minutes. But alas am not dressed with no hope of dressing self and kid in 10 minutes and only being a teeny bit late. So we’re not going! again. bad Christy
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