Miss Muriel, the church organist, was in her eighties and was a spinster all her life.
She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all.
One afternoon the young pastor came to call on her. She invited him into her quaint sitting room to have a seat while she prepared tea.
As he sat facing her old musical instrument, an organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom. When she returned with tea & scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.
“Miss Muriel”, he said, “I wonder if you would tell me about this?” pointing to the bowl. “Oh, yes” she replied, “isn’t it wonderful ?”
I was walking through the park a few months ago and found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Would you believe, I haven’t had the flu all winter “
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