A group on nuns were traveling in a car when it got a flat tire. They got out and tried to change it, but being rather unworldly did not know how to do it.
Luckily, a truck came along and the male driver offered to change it for them. They gladly accepted. As the trucker jacked up the car, it slipped from the jack. “Son of a bitch,†he yelled.
The eldest nun said to him, “That is not nice language. We understand that you are upset, but you mustn’t use such language.â€
“Sorry, Sisterâ€, he said, and tried again. Again it slipped, this time almost mashing his fingers. “Son of a bitch,†he yelled again.
“Please, don’t use such language. If changing our tire is causing you to do so, it would be better if you didn’t help us.â€
“But I get so upset, and it just comes out.â€
“Well,†said the nun, “say something else when you get upset, something ike ‘Sweet Jesus, help me’â€.
So the trucker tried to jack up the car again. Again it slipped.
He started to say “So..â€, but he corrected himself and said, “Sweet Jesus help me.†At that, the car just lifted up into the air by itself.
The nuns looked at the car floating a foot above the ground and in unison exclaimed, “Son of a bitch!â€