If I were a betting man and received odds, it would be the Aldona priests I would bet on rather than young Leroy Lobo.
They would find a way to benefit from his app rather than allow its use solely for those waiting for his blessings in their houses. Padre Pio would think to himself: Here I am trudging the dusty by-roads of Aldona and these people think they can refresh me with that watery non-alcoholic Queens Raspberry or whatever, keeping the scotch for themselves after I bless and depart? And they think they can give donations in the same amount as those stingy D'Souzas from Cotarbhatt just because my altar boy divulged that figure on his blessed-by-the-devil application? I'll show them. So he instructs the altarboy before they set out. Listen my lad, don't think I don't know what you are doing with that fart-smart phone of yours. So this is what you must do if you want a slice if the pie, you know what I mean. I know you're a smart fellow, but I am not, so I'll keep this real simple. Everywhere we go, you will write that we were offered nothing but scotch on ice or soda. No mention of Queens Raspberry or cold water or anything like that even if thay is what we were given. If we are going to any house that has politicians, gulf or cruise liner or Swindon, Cayman, Canada or Australia returnees, make sure you hint that Father drinks only black label. Next, whatever donation has been given, multiply it five times on your app. I would have said three but you know how little they give for Sunday mass. Even the Hindus who come on feast days give more. If any clever guy totals up all the figures and asks for an accounting later, we will inflate the cost if the rooftop renovations going on. If Leroy Lobo knew this would happen to his beloved app, he would have named it Bessaos do Padre instead of Beziment Tracker. Roland. Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android
