The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in spring, and she welcomed him into her Victorian parlour.
She invited him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea.
As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut glass bowl sitting on top of it, filled with water.
In the water floated, of all things, a condom.
Imagine his shock and surprise.
Imagine his curiosity!
Surely Miss Bee had flipped... or something! But he certainly couldn’t mention the strange sight in her parlour.
When she returned with tea and cookies, they began to chat.
The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him, and he could resist no longer.
Miss Bee,” he said, pointing to the bowl, “I wonder if you would tell me about this.”
“Oh yes,” she replied, “Isn’t it wonderful? I was walking downtown last fall, and I found this little package.
“It said to put it on the organ and keep it wet, and it would prevent disease.”
“And you know”, she continued... “I think it’s working... I haven’t had a cold all winter!'"
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