Two deliverymen were taking a large refrigerator to a local priest's home. With difficulty they had managed to get the fridge onto the porch, but struggled for over 20 minutes to make the 90-degree turn through the narrow door.
The priest, seeing their difficulty, asked what they usually did when confronted with such a situation.
Rubbing some badly skinned knuckles, one deliveryman replied, "Well, Father, at this point we usually start cursing."
"Well, gentlemen," the priest replied, "allow me time to move out of earshot so you can continue your work."