A Preacher and A Zipper

She eyed him from her pew and smiled. Hers was an animated husband, and throughout his preaching he waved his hands, gyrated his body, and with flailing arms and other physical movements punctuated his sermons. Not for him was to remain behind the pulpit. He was all over the place, and often moved down into the congregation to emphasize his points. He was a great preacher.

Suddenly she reached for her purse, grabbed a paper and scribbled a note. After discretely summoning an usher, she whispered into his ear and handed him the note.

A multi-talented man, her husband was now seated at the organ playing music for the song the congregation was singing. As unobtrusively as possible, the usher walked to the pastor and laid the note on the organ bench.

“From your wife,” the usher whispered. “Important, she says.”

Quizzically, he looked at his wife, who mouthed the words, “Read it now!”

Still playing, but with one hand now, the pastor fumbled around with the note, finally unfolded it and read YOUR FLY IS UNZIPPED.

Frantic, as he remembered his recent cavorting around during the sermon, he continued to play the organ with one hand, and began feeling around the zipper area of his trousers. Without looking down, he felt again. Strange thing. He was not unzipped. What was going on?

Again, he scanned the congregation and looked with puzzlement at his wife. Her face spread into a glorious grin and she mouthed the words APRIL FOOL!

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