An honourable profession
Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 bill on the collection plate. This went on for weeks until the priest, overcome by curiosity approached her. “Sister, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate,” he says.
“Why yes,” she replies, “every week my son sends me money. What I don't need I give to the church.”
“That's wonderful, how much does he send you?”
“Oh, $20,000 a week.”
“Wow, your son must be very successful businessman. What does he do for a living?”
“He is a Vet,” she answers.
“That is a very honourable profession. Where does he practice?”
“O, well, he has one cat house in Las Vegas and another in Reno.”
Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 bill on the collection plate. This went on for weeks until the priest, overcome by curiosity approached her. “Sister, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate,” he says.
“Why yes,” she replies, “every week my son sends me money. What I don't need I give to the church.”
“That's wonderful, how much does he send you?”
“Oh, $20,000 a week.”
“Wow, your son must be very successful businessman. What does he do for a living?”
“He is a Vet,” she answers.
“That is a very honourable profession. Where does he practice?”
“O, well, he has one cat house in Las Vegas and another in Reno.”
