A man walks into a confessional booth. He kneels down and says, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three days since my last confession.”
The priest’s voice comes from the other side of the screen, sounding a bit muffled. “Go on, my son. What troubles your soul?”
The man sighs. “Well, Father, I lied to my wife. I told her I was working late, but I was actually at a football game with my friends.”
The priest hums thoughtfully. “That is indeed a sin, my son. And what else weighs on your conscience?”
“Also, Father,” the man continues, “I may have, uh, borrowed some money from the church collection plate last week without asking.”
The priest’s voice suddenly sounds clearer, and a bit closer. “My son, I’m having a little trouble hearing you. Could you speak directly into the microphone on your right?”
The man looks around, confused. “Microphone, Father? There’s no microphone here.”
The priest’s voice, now perfectly clear and slightly annoyed, replies, “Of course there is, my son! This is the drive-thru confessional at the new mega-church. You’re holding up the line!”