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How Frankie Joined the Clergy
It was almost 11 o'clock, so he had to make it quick. Mass was about to start. He had never entered the church through this entrance before. Where was the holy water?
Frankie looked back and forth across the landscape before him. Where was it?! Suddenly, the dull shine from a metal half-bowl about 10 feet away caught his eye.
Frankie immediately approached and took a quick swipe. To his utter dismay, his fingers made contact not with liquid, but with coins. He looked closer and noticed that he had actually dipped his hand into a metal receptacle labeled 'DONATIONS.' What the...?!
As he turned to find a seat, slightly dejected and more than a little out-of-sorts, two old ladies, who happened to see the entire act from start to finish, shook their heads in unison.
As Johnny (sorry, 'Frankie') reached his seat, he did in fact realize that his hand was slightly damp. Had somebody spat into the donations? What the...?!
Date Written: December 08, 2003
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