A young man is about town window-shopping for his sweetie, and he chances upon a flower shop.
Inside, a Benedictine monk replete with robe and sash, bird's nest bald head, is the attendant of the shop. He's working when the young man strides in.
After a brief while, the monk says, "Good afternoon, sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
The young man says, "Thanks, just browsing for the minute..." and goes about checking the floral displays.
The young man finally speaks up to the monk and says, "You know, I just had a thought. You're a monk, right? Shouldn't you be transcribing scripture, or stomping grapes for wine, or making fruit jams?"
The monk sets down the flowers in his hands and says after a minute..."You know, you're right. I should return to the monastery, renew my vows, and do what monks usually do. Er, Um, what is your name, son...who shall I say sent me?"
"My name is Hugh," replies the young man.
The moral of the story?
"Hugh, and only Hugh can prevent florist friars."
