Never Again!

I asked a brother how his weekend was and he replied, “Never again!” So I queried, “What type of a reply is that? Don’t you want another weekend?” He then moaned, apologized and said, “Not that! I attended a crusade at the weekend, where I had expected one would find some sanity. But while I was dutifully minding my own business of casting and binding like other gullible crusaders, a supposedly fellow crusader placed a hand on my shoulder and said, ‘You will walk.’ It didn't bother me, because I knew I wasn’t lame. But after the crusade when I was about to pay for my transport fare, I discovered that my wallet had taken leave of me. And I had to walk all the way home.”