When she was doing her masters years ago, there was this stern elderly priest who was on faculty and always in his office and working and though he was kindly, he never interacted much with people.
Then, one year during Christmas, the school's tradition was to put on a play (in Latin) by the medieval nun Hroswita (sp.?) of Gandersheim, and my one Dutch prof was an angel and had to wait in the prof's office till a point in the play and descend down the short staircase to where the play was, and take the virgin martyrs to heaven at the appropriate moment (they got arrows through the head).
So, she was in the office waiting, and the stern elderly priest was in there working, and she actually finally had a conversation with him, and when it was getting close to her cue, she excused herself from the conversation so she could listen better for her cue, and at that point the stern elderly priest intoned, "[Her first name], are you a virgin?"
"No," she was like, "I'm an angel."
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