Rather cute little story– a group of priests went to the bar to lift a pint or two in honor of a newly ordained member…and were mistaken for a bachelor party, because they were dressed “formally.”
You know, in cassocks.
Thankfully a manager overheard them praying before they left and figured out what was up, and then to make up for it they renamed a beer.
If I ever get back to Cardiff, must check it out, being a beer connoiseur. 🙂
Cute. On the flip side of that, almost 30 years ago, my then 9 year old son was having blood drawn by a blue eyed phlebotomist in a white habit named Miriam. He asked her what order of sister she was. A little taken aback, she replied she was a Balkan Muslim. Nowadays in Northern Virginia nuns in habits are a rarity and veiled Muslim women are everywhere.