A woman came to a priest one day and confessed, "Priest, I've committed aldultery."
The priest is somewhat upset, but he forgives her and tells her not to let it happen again.
Later that week, 6 more people came up to him and confessed the same time. He forgave him all. Within the next month, over 50 people confessed that they committed aldultery. The priest was so upset that he announced at his next sermon, "From now on, if anyone of you commit aldultery, don't tell me that you did. Instead, tell me something else, like 'I tripped in a pothole.'
So people were always admitting to this priest that they had tripped in a pothole. Eventually, the priest died of old age. A new priest, who knew nothing about the whole pothole thing, replaced the late priest. Whenever people told him that they had tripped in a pothole, he would repy with, "That's quite okay. Just watch your step next time."
One day, the priest decided to take the issue of potholes up with the mayor.
"Mr. Mayor," he said, "I think we should spend a good deal of money to repair this town's roads; people keep tripping in potholes every day.
"Oh that, heh," laughed the mayor. He got into a historical fit since the priest had no idea about this whole pothole issue.
So the priest replied, "This is no laughing matter, Mayor. Your wife alone tripped in 6 potholes last week!"
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