SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL

 Something tells me you went to catholic school.

Maybe it’s the way you flinch when someone talks with their hands?

Or the way your heart palpitates when a rubber-tipped yardstick is concerned?

And the sight of penguins still makes you sweat and squirm?

 Maybe it's the way you tie your tie, one-two, over and through?

Maybe it's the way you buy up all the World’s Finest chocolate when kids come to the door selling those long brown dollar bars, then get high opening and closing, sniffing the sweetness inside taking you back?

 Something tells me you went to catholic school.

Maybe it's the scapula around your neck or that cross ring on your finger?

Maybe it's the way you sit in your seat, perfectly square, hands folded in front?

Maybe it's the glint in your eye, or the hope of eternity in your heart?

Could it be the way you pray to a different saint for each of your needs?

Something tells me you went to catholic school.