Mr. Jones was suffering from excruciating chest pain, passing in and out of consciousness. He was transported by ambulance to the nearest hospital – a Catholic facility. It turns out he needed an emergency by-pass.
The operation went well and, as the groggy man regained consciousness, he was reassured by one of the nurses, who was waiting by his bed.
“Mr. Jones, you’re going to be just fine,” said the nun, gently patting his hand. “We do need to know, however, how you intend to pay for your stay here. Are you covered by insurance?”
“No, I’m not,” the man whispered hoarsely.
“Then can you pay in cash?” persisted the nun.
“I’m afraid I cannot, Sister.”
“Well, do you have any close relatives?” the nun questioned sternly.
“Just my sister in New Mexico,” he volunteered. “But she’s a humble spinster nun.”
“Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Jones. Nuns are not spinsters – they are married to God.”
“Wonderful,” said Mr. Jones. “In that case, please send the bill to my brother-in-law.”
