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I bumped into Sister Henrietta the other day on campus and told her that one of my former students was thinking about buying a scooter. She said, “Is it David Wright?” I said, “How do you know David?” And she said, “Everybody knows bad-ass David Wright. And now he/s going to be getting a bad-ass scooter!”
You must realize that Sister Henrietta is 90 years old and says whatever she feels like saying. She retired from teaching 30 years ago because she said she was sick and tired of grading papers every night for kids who never learned how to use a comma properly. She said she had better things to do than get ulcers over other people’s bad writing. On her 90th birthday I asked her how she was going to celebrate—was she going to have a cake? She said, “I don’t know about you but I’m going bungee jumping. Keep your cake.” She’s that kind of lady.
Anyway, back to the scooter. When I told her yes, you are the one getting the scooter she said, “Good. Now I’ll have a way to get to Mass downtown at the Cathedral on Sundays. My ride graduated last May.”
I said, “You mean you ride on the back of a scooter to Sunday Mass?” "Yes," she said, "what of it?" "Well," I said, "what do people say about a nun in a full habit and a veil on the back of a scooter?” "Anybody who asks me," she said, "I just say ‘It’s Sunday—why aren’t you in church?’ That shuts them up fast. So you tell David that I’ll be expecting a ride to the Cathedral every Sunday.”
I said, “I don’t think David is Catholic.” And she said, “I don’t care. He can drop me off at the Cathedral and go do the clubs. But if he doesn’t pick me up after Mass and I have to walk all the way down to Oilcan Harry’s he’d better be prepared to pay for my double- vodka gimlet.”
I said, “A double vodka?” And she said, “Yes with a lemon twist.” And I said, “What will people say if a nun in a full habit walks into Oilcan Harry’s?” And Sister said, “What they always say—‘Hello, Sister, do you want your regular?”
She asked me for your new phone number but I told her I didn’t have it. She didn’t seem to mind because she said she knew people and would get the phone number easily. When I told her about your vintage Ray-Bans all she said was “Bad-ass vintage Ray-Bans? I bet they’re just like mine.”
I thought I had better warn you before you get back to campus.
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