Public Safety Pete: You'll never guess who I saw yesterday.
A-L: You're probably right. Give me some hints. Where were you?
PSP: On Sunday morning? Take a wild guess.
A-L: At a motorcycle rally?
PSP: I was at church. It was my turn to usher.
A-L: Is "usher" Latin for "stand in the narthex and gossip through the sermon"? Or is that Yiddish?
PSP: You'll never guess who was ushering with me.
A-L: You're right. Give me another hint.
PSP: Well, you know the First Lutheran Church in Camarillo went bankrupt?
A-L: Umm, not unless it was on NPR. Or was posted at the bus stop in San Francisco. I guess I'll take your word for it. What's the upshot of their financial troubles?
PSP: More Lutherans for our church.
A-L: Ah, of course.
PSP: So I was talking to this other usher...
A-L: You weren't listening to the sermon?
PSP: It was between Acts. And this guy started telling me that he used to live in Simi Valley.
A-L: He's from the bankrupt church?
A-L: The suspense is killing me.
PSP: And he was our milk man when we lived in Simi Valley! Can you believe it?
A-L: That we had a Lutheran milk man? Or that we lived in Simi Valley? Or that you were socializing during church?
Kitty: All of the above.