A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway, when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye: “MARTYRS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION, 10 MILES AHEAD.”
He thinks it was just a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought.
Soon, he sees another sign which says, “MARTYRS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION, 5 MILES AHEAD” and realizes that these signs are for real.
When he drives past a third sign saying, “MARTYRS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION, NEXT RIGHT,” his curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls over to visit.
On the far side of the parking lot is a somber stone building with a small sign next to the door reading MARTYRS OF MERCY.
He goes up the steps to ring entrance bell.
A nun in a long black habit opens the door and asks “What can we do for you?”
He answers “I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in possibly doing business.”
“Very well, my son. Please follow me.”
He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented.
The nun stops at a closed door, and tells the man, “Please knock on this door.”
When he does, the door is answered by another nun in a long habit holding a tin cup.
She asks him, “Please place $50 in the cup, then go through the large wooden door at the end of this hallway.”
He takes $50 out of his wallet and places it in the nun’s cup.
He goes eagerly down the hall and slips through the door, pulling it shut behind him.
As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot, facing another small sign:
Go in peace my son, you have just been screwed by The Martyrs of Mercy.