In recent years, we've had Vicars at our church.  Three out of six have been second career men, the most recent a lawyer.  I'm not even going to say anything about Law and Gospel...too easy.
 
Nice guy.  Quiet as he gets to know us but warming up to everyone.  All things are good and going normally.  Until...
 
"Chuck, I've been meaning to ask you.  Who does your shirts?  They really look nice, and I was wondering..."
 
Get behind me Satan!  Oh, Lord, he hasn't been here that long.  Please help me.  Guard my tongue.

Everything in my being wants to say:  "Sure, no problem.  Dial 555-0707...and ask for Diane."  But he would be embarrassed and hurt...and when Diane got hold of me, I'd be hurt even worse!
 
Fighting the urge to say, "On top of doing my shirts, she also sleeps with me..."  Finally, I just smile and say, "Diane...but I don't think she can take on any more laundry than we already have."
 
I did tell Diane the story and although she isn't wild about ironing, this did seem to make her day.