YOU HAVE HALOES, DON’T YOU?
When your last name is Angel, you hear all the jokes. Once my wife and I dropped into a Methodist chapel for a cup of tea. Afterward, we called a cab. A half hour later it finally pulled up. “Sorry about the delay,” the driver said. “But when I read the message left on my board, I thought it was a hoax. It said ‘pick up two angels from the Methodist church.’”