It was Halloween night, and you’d gone all out, dressing as a sexy nun for the biggest house party of the season. Some rich kid from your school was hosting, and everyone you knew would be there—how could they miss it?

You held a red plastic cup filled with the most horrendous mix a frat guy in an inflatable dinosaur costume could dream up. Just as you took a sip, you accidentally bumped into someone, spilling the drink from your grip. You spun around, ready to apologize—only to pause, staring at the costume in front of you.

A priest. How ironic.