Sister Shari
This is a true story... I was working in the Currie Liquor Store when this happened. My brother, Kenny, stopped by work and asked me if he could borrow my car. I was leery of that knowing I would be on Kenny time (he is always late), but I told him he could as long as he had my car back when I got off work at 2:00am. I had to work at the nursing home at 11:00am. Well 2:00am came and went and I got a phone call from Kenny saying he got my car stuck in the snow. I knew my friend Rooster would just be getting home from the bar and he had a truck, so I called him. He told me to call him in the morning and he would help me get my car. I think Rooster had a little bit of a buzz on. Therefore, I went to bed, got up, and thought I better call Rooster back right away. When you call Currie, the prefix is 763. Well still half asleep, I dialed up Rooster. After two rings he answers, "St Mary's Parish, Father Jerry speaking." I thought to myself, well Rooster is full of it today...he normally was. Thinking of a quick comeback I said, "The hell it is, this is Sister Shari calling." Everybody that knows me says I have a tendency to talk a lot. Before I let him say another word I started going on to say, "Hey, anyway are you sober? Just seeing if you could still pull my car out, I need to get to work." Then once again, before I gave him another chance to say anything I said, "There's a BLOW JOB in for you." Rooster interrupted me and he said once again that he was Father Jerry and that I had called the parish. I think that is about the time I must have woke up, because I thought Rooster would have taken me up on it. I would have said, "Well come in the bar tonight and I will buy you a Blow Job", meaning a shot. Then I could have said, "Fooled you, you thought I meant the real thing." At that very instant I was also thinking did I dial 763 or 629. I thought to myself, oh my god I think I dialed the wrong number. I instantly hung the phone up, grabbed the phone book and looked up the church number and about died when I seen it was the same number!!!!! I dialed my friend right away, this time making sure I dialed 763, and told him what had happened. We had a good laugh. Later that evening when I went into the liquor store, everybody started clapping. Fuzzy came up to me and called me "SISTER SHARI". He said he just got out of church and that the priest looked a little shook up and for some reason he had a towrope tied around his waist. By that time, I dropped to my knees laughing. That is how "Sister Shari" came about. We all still have a good laugh about that one.