As a Dominican sister, I lived in a convent named for a deceased pope. One day while wearing contemporary clothes instead of my habit, I drove into a gas station to get the communal car filled up. After the young attendant topped off the tank, he walked toward my car window to return my credit card. The young man looked at me shyly and pointed to the convent's name, John XXIII Hall, imprinted on the card. “Pardon me,” he asked hesitantly, “but how do you pronounce your husband's middle name?”
我是一個天主教道明修道會的修女,住在一個以已故教皇名字命名的女修道院里。有一天,我沒有穿法衣,只是穿著便裝就開著公用車去加油。年輕的工作人員替我加完油以后,走到我的車窗前還我信用卡。這個年輕人靦腆地看著我,指著卡上印的女修道院的名字問:“對不起,你丈夫的中間名字怎么發(fā)音?”