Apropos of Nothing

April 15, 2008

The Preacher’s Son

Filed under: Humour — aproposofnothing @ 7:13 pm

An old country preacher had a teenage son and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men, the boy didn’t really know what he wanted to do, and he didn’t seem to concerned about it.

One day, while the boy was away to school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy’s room and placed on his study table four objects: a bible, a silver dollar, a bottle of whiskey, and a Playboy magazine.

“I’ll just hide behind the door,” the old preacher said to himself. “When he comes home from school this afternoon, I’ll see which object he picks up. If it’s the Bible, he’s going to be a preacher like me and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he’s going to be a business man, and that would be OK, too. But if he picks up the bottle, he’s going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine, he’s going to be a skirt-chasing bum.”

The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son’s footsteps as he entered the house, whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed, and, as he turned to leave the room, he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.

Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped the coin into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month’s centerfold.

“Lord have mercy,” the old preacher disgustedly whispered. “He’s gonna run for Congress.”

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