A young, ruggedly handsome handyman was hired to repair the plumbing at a local convent. After a long, sweaty day of working under sinks, he was heading toward the exit when a stunningly beautiful young nun stopped him in a secluded hallway.
She looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his tool belt, and whispered, “Excuse me, sir, but I’ve been having a bit of a… spiritual crisis. I’ve heard that men who work with their hands are particularly gifted at finding leaks.”
The handyman, sensing the tension, leaned against the stone wall and grinned. “Well, Sister, I’ve got a reputation for staying on the job until everything is running smooth and wet. What seems to be the problem?”
The nun leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “I’m worried about my pipes,” she purred. “They’ve been feeling awfully backed up lately, and I was wondering if you had a… heavy-duty snake to help clear the passage?”
The handyman’s eyes widened as he felt the heat rising. He whispered back, “Sister, my equipment is top-of-the-line, but I usually charge a premium for overtime. Are you prepared to pay the price?”
She smiled mischievously, reached into the pocket of her habit, and pulled out a bottle of expensive champagne. *”Don’t worry about the bill,”* she whispered. *”I’ve spent my whole life practicing ‘The Second Coming,’ and I’m ready for a rehearsal.”*
