Arthritis
A man who reeked of alcohol flopped on a subway seat next to a
priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with
red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of rum was sticking out
of his ripped jacket pocket.
He opened his newspaper and started reading. After a few
minutes, the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked
"Say, Father, do you know what causes arthritis?"
The priest, disgusted by the man's appearance and behavior
snapped "It's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked
women, too much alcohol, and a contempt for your fellow man!"
"Well, I'll be," the man muttered and returned to his
newspaper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man
and apologized, "I'm sorry to have come on so strong - I
didn't mean it. How long have you been suffering from
arthritis?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the
Pope does."
