A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat next to a priest.
The man’s tie was stained, clothes unkempt, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading.
Needless to say, the priest became unfomfortable at the smell and appearance of his seatmate.
After a few minutes the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked, “Say, Father, what causes arthritis?”
In his annoyed state, the priest retorted “Mister, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man.”
“Well I’ll be…..” the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.
The priest, realizing the error of his comment, apologized.
“I’m very sorry.
I didn’t mean to be so rude.
How long have you had arthritis?”
“Oh, I don’t, Father.
I was just reading here that the Pope does.”