… Did you know that you can ask a priest to hear your confession anywhere, not just that one hour of the week on Saturday evening or by special appointment. Anywhere, any time. Like at bars, in restrooms, parked cars, over dinner. I’ve heard some pretty humorous stories about these impromptu confessions but I’ve always thought it terribly gauche to impose on a priest when he’s off the clock and out of his box. Like those people who accost doctors at cocktail parties and ask them to diagnose their festering suspicious looking sore, I never dared to ask a priest to hear my confession unless it was during the allotted and approved times.