Stream of Consciousness

Had a gal walk into the church today and she was talking from the moment she came until she left.  I heard her rambling out in the hallway, so I went out to greet her.  She had her back to me looking at our bulletin board and was rambling about her five twin brothers that totaled eight and how the number seven would save them and other such stuff.

"Can I help you?"

She turned around, saw me and said . . .

"Whoa . . . are you the pope??"

Whoa, indeed.