So there I was, checking lipstick colors in the makeup aisle at CVS, when suddenly I sense a dark presence next to me. I look up and there is a very frail looking priest in full black clericals (including a top coat) holding out a bottle of fingernail polish.
"Excuse me," He said.
"Is this clear?"
He handed me the polish. Express Nail with mega hardener.
"It looks clear", I replied. "I mean, if you put it on your nails it would make them shine, but wouldn't leave a color."
We stood there for a moment. I was quickly calculating how likely it was that a priest would be doing manicures for himself. I glanced at his nails. They were tidy, but not particularly fastidiously groomed. It isn't completely unheard of for a man to wear clear polish, of course. Apparently my grandfather, who was a traveling salesman, used to get his nails buffed and shined and shaped.
The priest caught me looking at his hands.
"I want to use it to coat the wire frames of my glasses." he said.
"I am allergic to the metal."
"Oh," I laughed.
"Let me get you the right kind for that. You don't want a quick drying kind... just a cheap regular one will do."
I grabbed a bottle of NY Nails off the shelf and handed it to him. He said thank you and walked away.
Here's the crazy thing. I was just dying to start asking him all kinds of questions about what kind of priest is he, and why did he become a priest and is it hard sometimes, to go out in public in your clericals, knowing that you are bound to be a magnet for nut cases like me who have priest envy and want to grill you all day about your vocation.
But I restrained myself and just mumbled a quick goodbye when I saw him again in the checkout line.
Me with my two shades of lipstick (on sale) and my mega jar of earplugs (Nguyen snores) and him with his nail polish. In clear.