A man who reeked of alcohol flopped on a subway seat next to a priest. The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of rum was sticking out of his ripped jacket pocket.
He opened his newspaper and started reading. After a few minutes, the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked « Say, Father, do you know what causes arthritis? »

The priest, disgusted by the man’s appearance and behavior snapped « It’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and a contempt for your fellow man! »
« Well, I’ll be, » the man muttered and returned to his newspaper.

The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized, [highlight type= »light »] »I’m sorry to have come on so strong[/highlight]  – I didn’t mean it. How long have you been suffering from arthritis? »
« I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does. »