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Once, many years ago in the old west, a group of youths, gathered together for good fellowship, were caught red-handed by the town preacher playing pinochle on the Sabbath.

"What have you to say for yourselves," the parson demanded sternly.

The first fellow made a great show of regret. "I'm sorry, preacher," said he, "but I simply forgot it was the Sabbath."

"Well, I suppose that is possible. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, but don't let it happen again."

The second was equally as glib with his excuse:

"I'm ashamed to admit it, but I simply forgot that gambling on the Sabbath is sinful."

"That's possible," came the reply, "but sin no more."

Then the third miscreant, the owner of the room where the three were meeting, approached the parson.

"All right, what is your excuse," the parson asked. "No doubt you forgot something too."

"Yes, preacher," replied the young man dejectedly, "I forgot to pull the shutters closed ..."

----------------A Final Thought ...

"Someone once asked me why women donít gamble as much as men do, and I gave the common-sensical reply that we donít have as much money. That was a true but incomplete answer. In fact, womenís total instinct for gambling is satisfied by marriage."

- Gloria Steinem (b. 1934), US writer, editor