Miss Bea

[ironbaden]

Miss Bea was in her eighties, and much admired for her sweetness and
>kindness to all. The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in
>the spring, and she welcomed him into her Victorian parlor. 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 Bea
>had flipped or something! But he certainly couldn't mention the strange
>sight in her parlor. 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 Bea," he said, " I wonder if you would tell me about this,"
>(pointing to the bowl).
>
>"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 your
>organ, keep it wet and it would prevent disease. And you know... I
>haven't had a cold all winter!"