A group of nuns were traveling in a car when it had a
flat tire. They got out and attempted to change it, but
being rather unworldly, they had no idea how to go
about it. Fortunately, a truck came along and the driver
offered to change it for them. They gratefully accepted.
As the trucker jacked up the car, it slipped from the
jack. "Son-of-a-bitch!" he screamed.
"Sir, that is inappropriate language," the eldest nun
said. "We understand you're upset, but must you use
such language?"
"My apologies, Sister," he replied, and tried again. It
slipped again and nearly smashed his fingers. "Son-of-
a-bitch!" he screamed.
"Please, sir, we would ask you again to not use such
language," the nun scolded. "If changing our tire is
causing you to do so, perhaps it would be best if you
didn't help us."
"I'm sorry, Sister, but I get so upset that it just comes
out," the trucker replied.
"Well," said the nun, "say something else when you get
upset. Say something like 'Dear Lord, help me'."
Once more, the trucker attempted to jack up the car and
again it slipped. He began to blurt out "Son..." but
quickly caught himself and said, "Dear Lord, help me."
At that, the car miraculously rose into the air all by
itself.
Staring in amazement, the nuns exclaimed, "Son-of-a-
bitch!"
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