Reminds me of an old joke...
A young man, having lead a sheltered Christian upbringing, was training for the priesthood. One day, he approached the wise Mother Superior of his old parochial school while home from the seminary.
"Sister, I heard some people talking on the streets in the big city where I'm doing my training. The opportunities to bring Christ into their lives are exciting!"
"That's wonderful. God bless you for doing His good work!" the old nun responded.
"There's one thing, though, that makes it difficult. Sometimes, I feel like I'm not talking their language. For instance, one young girl, about 16, asked me if I wanted a b******. Can you tell me, Sister, what is a b******?"
The old nun podered the question for only a moment and responded, "Oh, about $30.00"