My Sunday

“WHERE is my SUNDAY paper?” the irate customer calling the newspaper office loudly demanded.

“Madam,” said the newspaper employee, “today is Saturday. The Sunday paper is not delivered until tomorrow, on SUNDAY.”

There was quite a long pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a sight of resignation as she was heard to mutter, “Well, fuck . . . I guess that’s why no one was at church today.”