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Many years ago, three priests, one just out of the seminary, one in middle age, and one close to retirement, had to travel by train to Pittsburgh. They arrived at the station and the youngest of the three was assigned to purchase the tickets. Naturally, the ticket agent was an extremely attractive and very busty young woman wearing a low-cut sweater and displaying plenty of cleavage. Just as naturally, the young priest lost his nerve and requested "three pickets to Tittsburgh, please."
"I beg your pardon?" the young woman said, and realizing what he had said, he walked away from the counter, red as a beet.
He explained the situation to his two travel companions, and the middle aged priest agreed to handle the purchase. Just as quickly, he managed to come unglued and asked for "three pickets to Tittsburgh."
The oldest priest lost his patience when he heard that neither of the younger men could handle a simple assignment, and stormed up to the ticket counter and asked for "three tickets to Pittsburgh."
At the end of the sale, he lectured the young woman, "Young lady, the way you're dressed is a disgrace. If you were to die today and appear in Heaven dressed like that, St. Finger would shake his Peter at you."