The confession

He said to the priest, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“What have you done?” asked the priest.

“A few weeks ago, I went to the library. I remained there until closing time. And when I was about to go home, rain started pouring down. It was so intense that I had to wait in the library. I waited for a while with the librarian, a young, attractive single girl. Then one thing led to another, and then I ended up sleeping with her.”

The man stopped talking, and kept weeping.

“Well, don’t cry. It’s a sin, but it’s not that bad. You should say five Hail Marys, and all shall be forgiven,” said the priest.

“But it doesn’t end there, Father,” the man kept sobbing. “A few days later, my elderly neighbour asked me to help her with the computer. Her husband was hospitalised, and she couldn’t send an email to her son. I went there and I fixed the problem. But when I was about to leave, rain started pouring down. It was really stormy, and I had to wait. One thing led to another, and I ended up sleeping with the old lady,” the man cried.

“Oh dear. Well, that makes it harder indeed. But still, you should say 15 Hail Marys, and you will be forgiven,” said the priest.

“I’m afraid, the worst part is still ahead, Father,” cried the man. “Yesterday, I went to the barber. I was his last client that day. As soon as he finished and I was about to leave, the rain started pouring down so intensely I had to wait with him. One thing led to another, and I ended up sleeping with him as well,” the man said.

“Oh dear! It is indeed worse than I thought,” said the priest.

“So what should I do, Father?” the man asked.

“Well,” answered the priest. “You should get the hell out of here before it starts raining.”