Miss Bee was in her eighties, and much admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. The pastor came by to call on her one afternoon early in
the spring, and she welcomed him into her victorian parlor. She invited
him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea. As he sat facing her
old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top
of it, filled with water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom.
Imagine his shock and surprise. Imagine his curosity! Surely Miss Bee had
flipped... or something! But he certainly couldn't mention the strange
sight in her parlor. When she returned with tea and cookies, they began to
chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and
it's strange floater, but it soon got the better of him, and he could
resist no longer.
"Miss Bee," 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 downtown last fall, and I found this little package. It said to
put it on the organ and keep it wet, and it would prevent disease. And you
know, I think it's working! I haven't had a cold all winter."
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