I took this last Fall. It is dangerously close to where I work.
On Friday I was doing my own bit to help increase morale in my office, by letting everyone laugh at my expense. It seems if you tell one person at my workplace something, like, oh say, that you are going on a date for the first time in forever, the whole office finds out and gets to make fun of you. The date razzing seemed to be calming down by the afternoon, until the ex-nun decided to take it back out and beat it some more.
Ex-Nun: Hey, Churlita. Are you still going on your date on Saturday night?
Me: As far as I know.
Ex-Nun: Is your futon fixed yet?
Me: No. I guess it takes longer when they're fixing it for free.
Ex-Nun: You might want to go in there and get a loaner for this weekend. And tell them not to bother taking the plastic cover off of it, if you know what I mean...
Me: You know, I always wondered why you got kicked out of the convent, but now I finally get it.
Ex-Nun: They didn't kick me out. I was the one who left them.
Me: Oh, okay. Whatever you say.