Last night, I had the strangest dream.

I dreamed that three businessmen were sharing a motel room. No, it wasn’t that kind of dream. Instead of traveling luxuriously on the company’s dime, I think they were some sort of business partners and trying to save money wherever possible.

Anyway, they were in their room when a priest showed up with a videotape. He popped it in and sat down to watch it with them, periodically interrupting the action (no, it wasn’t that kind of action, I think it was a car chase) to ask theological questions. Stuff like “What would the Holy Spirit say about Penzoil?”

The businessmen seem to have passed the test, because when the priest got up to leave, he gave them a coupon good for a free car rental.