A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting.
"I used some horrible language this week and feel
absolutely terrible about it."

"When did you use this awful language?" asks the elder.

"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that
looked like it was going to go over 280 yards, but it
struck a phone line that is hanging over the fairway
and fell straight down to the ground after going only
about 100 yards."

"Is that when you swore?"

"No, Mother," says the nun.  "After that, a squirrel ran
out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and
began to run away."

"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the Mother Superior again.

"Well, no." says the nun.  "You see, as the squirrel was
running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the
squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!"

"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed elder nun.

"No, not yet.  As the eagle carried the squirrel away in
its claws, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped
my ball."

"Did you swear THEN?" asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient.

"No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over
the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about
six inches from the hole."

The two nuns were silent for a moment.

Then Mother Superior sighed and said, "You missed the damn  putt,
didn't you?