city nuns

Between my office and the Red Line, on Wabash Street, is a Catholic convent. I walk past it every day. The sign outside says "Casa Jesus." Occasionally, I see middle-aged nuns in black habits walking around outside.

This morning, as I passed the the convent, two nuns (in habits) pulled out of the convent garage in a maroon minivan, backing carefully into the street after looking both ways twice.

The nuns pulled up to the corner at the four-way stop, and waited while the car that had reached the intersection before them crossed their path. But then the car behind that one also went, out of turn. He either didn't notice that he was cutting off nuns, or else assumed that nuns are so forgiving, that he could get away with it.

Not these nuns. As the second car crossed their path, the maroon minivan let out a drawn out "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK" that would make any Chicago cabbie proud. You can't pull one over on a city nun.