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Analyzing a Joke

30 November, 2008

 A really good friend of mine sent me this:

A salesman was driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye.  It reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
10 MILES

He thinks this is a figment of his imagination, and drives on without a second thought.

Soon he sees another sign that reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
5 MILES

Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real, and drives past a third sign that reads:

SISTERS OF ST.  FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
NEXT RIGHT

His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:

SISTERS OF ST.  FRANCIS

He climbs the steps and rings the bell.  The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, “What may we do for you my son?”

He answers, “I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business …”

“Very well my son. Please follow me.”  He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, “Please knock on this door.”

He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup, answers the door.  This nun instructs, “Please place $100 in the cup, then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway.”

He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him. The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:

GO IN PEACE.
YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.
SERVES YOU RIGHT,  YOU SINNER.

Not a bad joke.  Of course, now I need to analyze the joke.  That’s just the kind of person I am.

It is a damn good analogy for religion.  Everything we do is a transaction. If I sit down to watch a Drew Carey rerun, I am investing a part of my life and, in return, I get a laugh.  If I plunk down $1.37 for a 20 ounce Cherry Coke, I am trading money I have earned for 70 grams of carbohydrates in a flavoured carbonated solution.  If I go to church, drop money into the donation plate, I am investing my time and money.  In return, the church promises that (if I obey the right rules) I will have everlasting salvation.

The man in the joke pays his money and gets screwed by the church.  Which makes it more sad than funny.  Or infuriating.

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4 comments

  1. That’s what you get for not asking questions, especially before handing over any of your money. Dumbass. He got what he deserves, and you could say so does anyone who goes blindly along with religious instructions without asking any questions first.

    Now had there been a nun like this, then maybe I could see being duped since you’d be lacking some blood upstairs.


  2. Philly, somehow it does not surprise me that you had a handy link to that photo. She would be a good candidate for an overseas posting — no way would she drown if the boat sinks, neh?


  3. That was a good one. I like the one about the driver who spots church signs on the highway that read things like, “Turn from this path before it’s too late” and other doomy kind of things. Then he gets in a car wreck because the road itself is out of service. The church pastor sees the accident and says to his deacon or somebody, I think we should change the wording of that sign…


  4. 1minionsopinion: Welcome. Sounds like it could be a good joke.



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