We Chicago Bear fans amuse ourselves by scaring every Green Bay fan we see strutting down the street with that obnoxiousgreen & gold "G" on his shirt. We would swerve our cars as if to hit them, and then swerve back just missing them.
One day, whiledriving along, I saw a priest. I thought I would do a good deed, so Ipulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going Father?"
"I'm going to give mass at St. Francis Church, about 2 miles down the road," replied the priest.
"Climb in, Father! I'll give you a lift!"
Thepriest climbed into the rear passenger seat and we continued down theroad. Suddenly, I saw a Green Bay fan walking down the road, with that"G" shirt on and I instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, asusual, I swerved back into the road just in time. Even though I wascertain that I had missed the guy, I still heard a loud "THUD."
Notunderstanding where the noise came from, I glanced in my mirrors butstill didn't see anything. I then remembered the priest. I turned tothe priest and said, "Sorry Father, I almost hit that Green Bay fan."
"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door."