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Andruschak
Guest
Today I was at the local IHOP, eating a lunch of porkchops. As I paid my bill, the cashier asked if I was a Priest! Of course I informed her politely that I was not a Priest, but that I lived a rule of life at home.
Now…why did she think I was a Priest?
Now…why did she think I was a Priest?
- By Los Angeles standards, my drab outfit stands out. Plain blue T-shirt that cost me all of $2 at a local thrift shop. $15 dark blue work pants from K-Mart. Scruffy, unpolished black Z-coil shoes.
- More likely, it was my 3 inch San Damiano Crucifix, the traditional sign of a Franciscan Penitent.
- Most likely of all was the 4 SOTCs. Two for grace before dinner, two for grace after dinner.