Forgive Me Father

About a month ago, a man in Amsterdam felt that he needed to confess, so he went to his priest, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. During WWII I hid a refugee in my attic.”
“Well,” answered the priest, “that’s not a sin.”‘
“But I made him agree to pay me 200 Euros for every week he stayed.”
“I admit that wasn’t good, but you did it for a good cause.”
“Oh, thank you, Father; that eases my mind.” He paused for a moment and then said, “I have one more question…”
“What is that, my son?”
“Do I have to tell him the war is over?”

Who Is That?

Lord, Don’t Let Me Be Late!