A usually mild and respectable woman – in public, at least – is walking down the street, arguing with and eventually shouting at her husband for nothing too serious.
They both look up and see their parish priest walking towards them with a shocked look on his face.
The husband laughs: “There goes your hiding behind a curtain confessing your sins all these years! Now let Father see with his own eyes just how difficult you can be!”
As the priest gets close, the woman turns to her husband and shouts: “Harold! For the last time! Are you going to start coming back to church?”
As I’ve walked down the street or been out at a restaurant over the past year, I haven’t even needed to open my mouth, except to eat, before someone I know says: “I…