WHICH SIDE I’M ON
Every Sunday morning without fail an elderly man could be seen walking to church. Everyone in the block knew he was deaf, unable to hear a word of the congregational hymns, the choir music, or the sermon. A cynical neighbour wrote him a note, "Why do you spend your Sundays in church when you can’t hear a word?"
He answered, "I want my neighbours to know which side I’m on!"