“Odd,” her companion replies, “but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do.”
As they sit, they hear a push cart vendor yelling, “Hot dogs, get your dogs here,” and they both walk towards the hot dog cart.
“Two dogs, please,” says one. The vendor is pleased to oblige, wraps both hot dogs in foil and hands them over.
Excited, the nuns hurry to a bench and begin to unwrap their ‘dogs.’
The mother superior is first to open hers.
She begins to blush, and then, after staring at it for a moment, leans to the other nun and in a soft brogue whispers, “What part did you get?”