Once a priest, always a priest

Two priests were going to the French Riviera on vacation and decided that they would make this a real adventure by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. That would be easy because the Riviera is clothing optional. So as soon as the plane landed, they headed for a store and bought some really big, outrageous, snazzy sunglasses.

The next morning, the priests went to the beach wearing only sun block, the sunglasses and a smile. They were sitting on beach chairs enjoying a drink, when a drop dead gorgeous blonde, obviously natural, came walking straight toward them with her breasts swinging like church bells.

They couldn’t help but stare and then she smiled and said, “Good morning Father, good morning Father,” nodding and addressing each one of them individually, then passed on by. They were stunned — how in the world did she recognize them as priests?

The next day they went back to the store to buy huge outrageous hats to complete the disguise. Again they settled on the beach, in their chairs, drinks in hand, to enjoy the sunshine.

After a while, the same gorgeous blonde, wearing only a sun hat this time, came walking toward them again.

She approached them and greeted them individually, “Good morning, Father, good morning Father,” and started to walk away.

One of the priests couldn’t stand it any longer and said, “Just a minute young lady. Yes we are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world did YOU know?!”

“Oh, Father, don’t you recognize me? I’m Sister Angela.”