Mr. Smith was brought to Mercy Hospital (a
Catholic hospital), and taken quickly in for coronary surgery. The operation went well
and, as the groggy man regained consciousness, he was reassured by a Sister of Mercy, who
was waiting by his bed.
"Mr. Smith, you're going to be just
fine," said the nun, gently patting his hand. "We do need to know, however, how
you intend to pay for your stay here. Are you covered by insurance?"
"No, I'm not," the man whispered
hoarsely.
"Then can you pay in cash?"
persisted the nun.
"I'm afraid I cannot, Sister."
"Well, do you have any close
relatives?" the nun questioned sternly.
"Just my sister in New Mexico,"
he volunteered. "But she's a humble spinster nun."
"Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Smith.
Nuns are not spinsters - they are married to God."
"Wonderful," said Mr. Smith.
"In that case, please send the bill to my brother-in-law."
