Jeff's Indulgence: Heaven, Here I Come

I was cruising around the renaissance fair at my oldest sons middle school, when one of his friends tapped me on the shoulder. Much to my surprise, his friend was wearing the garb of a Catholic priest and offered to sell me an indulgence. He explained to me that for one low, low price, I could get into heaven.

"Sounds like a bargain to me," says I and I traded some small trinket for my indulgence. Now that the thing is hanging on the wall of my office, I guard it like a fresh lottery ticket. Sure, I go to church every Sunday, pray, ask for forgiveness, etc. But it never hurts to have a little insurance...