Man, imagine being really devout, so devout you become a Saint, then instead of hanging out in Heaven you have to do paperwork for people praying to you.
A dove drops a feather next to a towering stack of completed requests. St. Anthony picks it up and sighs
“This guy is asking me to find his keys for the tenth time this week! I wish I was the patron saint of memory, because this guy really needs one, ugh.”
Man, imagine being really devout, so devout you become a Saint, then instead of hanging out in Heaven you have to do paperwork for people praying to you.
“Saint” is just an old word for “Team Leader” is it not?
A dove drops a feather next to a towering stack of completed requests. St. Anthony picks it up and sighs
“This guy is asking me to find his keys for the tenth time this week! I wish I was the patron saint of memory, because this guy really needs one, ugh.”