I was at the Missionaries of Charity convent this afternoon as usual, and the doorbell rang. A 30-something man stood there, laden with plastic bags, wearing sunglasses and a cell phone earpiece. I greeted him.
"Hello! You are the new sister?" he asked.
"Uh... not quite... Who are you?"
"Oh, you are going to be a sister!"
I was wearing a long tweed skirt and turtleneck; it didn't bear much resemblance to the MC habit but I suppose I looked like an aspirant. I noticed that the bags the man held were smelling delicious, like eggrolls. People often bring such donations. "What is that, food?" I asked.
"For sister, for sister!" he said cheerfully.
"I'll take it to the kitchen," I said, and reached out for the bags.
He handed them over. "You are beautiful sister, but then they all look good!" he told me.
"Thank you very much," I replied absent-mindedly, meaning to refer to the food.
And as I was closing the door I thought I heard him utter the word "hot". This is true-- I don't know if he was warning me about the hot eggrolls, or calling me hot. Couldn't quite hear him.
Maybe if I become a nun I'll get more attention from men...