Sitting in the back of the cab, the nun notices that the driver is intensely staring at her.
Why are you staring at me? the nun asks nervously.
Oh, sister, he replies. I don't want to offend you.
Don't worry, my son, the nun assures him. Since I've been a nun, I've seen and heard just about everything. I'm sure there's nothing you could say that would offend me.
Well...says the driver. My greatest fantasy is to have a nun kiss me.
Hmmm, says the nun. Perhaps there's something I can do about that. But on two conditions: You must be Catholic and you must not be married.
All excited, the cabbie says: Yes! I'm single and I'm Catholic.
So the nun says: Alright then. Pull over and stop the cab.
The cabbie slams on the brakes and quickly hops in the back seat. They embrace and the nun plants a great, big, honking, slobbering, tongue-tingling smoocheroo kiss on the cabbie's lips that sends quivers up and down his spine.
Then the driver gets back behind the wheel and they take off again. Suddenly the cabbie starts crying.
My heavens, why are you crying? the nun asks.
Forgive me, sister, he confesses. I lied. I'm a married man and I'm not a Catholic.
No problem, the nun laughs. My name is Kevin and I'm on my way to a Halloween party.