The Golfing Nun

[Kirk Reiser]

   A nun walks into Mother Superior's office and plunks
down into a chair.  She lets out a sigh heavy with frustration
..


**    "What troubles you, Sister?", asks the Mother Superior. "I thought
this was the day you spent with your family."
     "It was," sighed the Sister. "And I went to play golf with my brother.
We try to play golf as often as we can. You know I was quite a talented
golfer before I devoted my life to Christ."


**    "I seem to recall that," Mother Superior agreed. "So I take it your
day of recreation was less than relaxing?"


**    "Far from it," snorted the Sister. "In fact, I even took the Lord's
name in vain today!"


**    "Goodness, Sister!" gasped the Mother Superior, astonished. "You must
tell me all about it!"


**    "Well, we were on the fifth tee... and this hole’s a monster, Mother—a
  540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden green...and I hit the
  drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest swing I ever made. And it's
flying straight and true, right along the line I wanted... and it hits a
bird in mid-flight not 100 yards off the tee!"


**    "Oh my!" commiserated the Mother. "How unfortunate! But surely that
didn't make you blaspheme, Sister!"


**    "No, that wasn't it," admitted Sister. "While I was still trying to
fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs my ball
  and runs off down the fairway!"


**    "Oh, that would’ve made /me/ blaspheme!" sympathized Mother
..


**    "But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the Sister. "And I was so
proud of myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from God
, this hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with
  my ball still clutched in his paws!"


**    "So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with a knowing smile
..


**    "Nope, that wasn't it either," cried the Sister, anguished, "because
as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started struggling,
and the hawk dropped him right there on the green, and the ball popped out
of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!"


**    Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her
chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said..."You missed the f***
ing putt, didn't you?".