The young lady had recently taken her vows to become a nun. Her first days in the convent took some getting used to, particularly learning how to walk in a habit. One day, carrying an armload of books on her way up a flight of stairs, she stepped on her habit and tripped, spilling books everywhere.

“Oh shit!” she cursed automatically

Followed by a sudden realization: “Dammit, I just said shit.”

Again she realized her faux pox. “Shit I said damn!”

“Dammit!” “Oh shit!” “Damn!” “Shit!”

“Oh f@&k it,” she conceded. “I didn’t want to be a nun anyway.”