A nun walks into the confessional and says softly,
“Father… I think I’m distracting the congregation.”
The priest sighs, “Sister, what makes you say that?”
She whispers, “Every time I walk past the front pew… the men suddenly become very devoted.”
The priest pauses, then says,
“Sister… I’ve noticed.”
She leans closer, “What should I do?”
The priest clears his throat nervously,
“Well… maybe… try a thicker habit?”
She smiles and replies,
“Father… I already am.” 😏
