The clerk offered, “Father, it’s so good to meet you.”
“Thanks for coming in today. I’ve got your communion cups ready for you.” Todd was puzzled about being addressed as Father. Yes, he’d ordered the cups, but the store clerk must
have assumed Todd was a priest.
“What parish are you from?” It was clear the clerk was a bit too curious.
Todd frantically thought of an answer. He didn’t want her to know that he had purchased the cups to use for rum tastings. So, the new Mystery Father thought of the most religious organization he knew and replied confidently: “Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.”
Read the rest of the story in Polynesiacs: Tiki at Home, page 362.
Shipwreck Shirley’s, Columbus, Ohio
