> >Miss Bea was in her eighties, and much admired for
> >her sweetness and
> >kindness to all. The pastor came 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 curiosity!
> >
> >When she returned with tea and cookies, 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 resist no longer. Miss Bea," 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. The directions
> >said to put it on the
> >organ, keep it wet, and it would prevent disease.
> >
> >And you know...I haven't had a cold all winter!"
> >
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