My wife, Heather, called me at work today and said, "I'm at Target and this monk just walked in." Of course I asked her how the rest of the joke went; was he was alone, or did a priest and rabbi walk in with him?
I also asked if he was carrying around a wooden plank, and if so, how was he pushing his shopping cart. (pie jesu domine, dona eis requiem
We determined on the phone that it was a legit monk and not a dude in a
Ruby's Halloween costume, though we decided he could just as easily have been a friar because we don't know the difference. They seem to have the same uniform.
Then we wondered what
exactly a monk would buy at Target, so she kept an eye out for him or followed
him around or something. I don't know. We joked about the things he could buy
that would be most entertaining, condoms being on the top of the list. Also,
sneakers, sandals, razors, rope, a bell, a bookmark, candles, you get the idea.
How does a monk get to Target, anyway? Is there a monastery anywhere near
Peoria? I pictured him thumbing a lift from some Amish folk in a wagon. LOL.
Heather called me back after a bit. "A mop, a toilet brush, and
Pine-Sol." Well, whaddaya know. They have indoor plumbing at the dirty