The preacher’s wife


It was a Sunday, and Gladys, the preacher’s wife, accompanied her husband to church.

On this particular Sunday when the sermon seemed to go on forever, many in the congregation fell asleep.

After the service, to be sociable, she walked up to a very sleepy looking gentleman.

In an attempt to revive him from his stupor, she extended her hand in greeting, smiled and said, “Hello, I’m Gladys Dunn.”

To which the gentleman replied with a sigh, “You’re not the only one!”

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