A Nun and a Taxi driver...

A nun hails a cab in New York and as soon as she gets 
in, she notices that the driver is staring at her in his rearview mirror. 

"Can I help you, son?" the nun asks. 

"No," the driver says hesitantly. "What I'm thinking about would just upset you." 

"Oh dear," the nun says. "I've heard many different things in my life. I'm sure nothing you say will upset me." 

"Well," he says. "I've got to be honest: 
I've always dreamed about kissing a nun." 

The nun looks puzzled for a second, then says, "Well, my son. 
I could let you kiss me but there are two requirements. First, 
you must not be married. Second, you have to be Catholic." 

The taxi driver breathes a sigh of relief as he pulls over 
to the side of the road. "Great! I'm single and I'm Catholic." 

The driver and the nun both exit the taxi, and then they kiss. 

As they get back into the cab, the nun notices the driver 
crying. "My son, what's wrong?" 

"I'm so sorry," he says. "I have to admit: I'm a Presbyterian, 
and I'm married." 

The nun says, "My son, that's all right. 

My name is Harry, and I'm on my way to a costume party."