I was staffing a table outside a conference and the occasional individual would come out with a question or concern and we'd slip in later with the answer on a folded sheet of paper. One of our more distinguished Sisters exited the conference room to ask me the score of the Cardinals game...
The Bishop arrived to hold evening Liturgy. He was a very impressive man, and yes, I ironed his vestments in my room prior to his arrival.
The Bishop gave me half a bottle of non-consecrated wine after his Liturgy for personal consumption. Good man, the Bishop.
The hotel bar has Pilsner Urquell on tap. None of the Sisters joined me.
One of the Sisters found a large screw in the floor and handed it to me. I ignored all the usual implications and said simply, "Thank you."
And lastly, A Sister came down with her arms crossed and her hands hidden in the opposite sleeve grasping her wrists, Eskimo-style. One of the staff asked if she was cold. "No, it's just a habit." she replied. "No pun intended?" I quipped. *bada-bing* She didn't get it.