In a small southern town lived a woman of ill repute named Chochie Green. The local minister had spent years trying to convert her and get her to come to church. One Sunday morning, during the service, in she walks in her best dress. Unfortunately her best dress was a very, very short mini skirt with a skin tight top. Miss Green walked to the front pew sat down, and crossed her legs. One of the church deacons looked up from his hymnal and stared at the young woman. He leaned over to one of the other deacons and said, "Isn't that Chochie Green?" The other deacon looked for a minute and said, "No I think that is just the way the light is hitting it."