I'll tell you the Nun story actually, it's reasonably short.
So I was working in a kitchen with a load of Nuns and some other volunteers, the Mother Superior (Boss Nun) was a really nice, friendly woman, but a little strict. Most of the other Nuns were also quite nice and welcoming but then there was one who was sort of quiet, she worked in the back kitchen, which was mostly getting plates, cutlery and then washing them.
After all of the food had been served and everyone had eaten we have to tidy everything up, clear the plates off (The nuns get absolutely furious if there's any food left on plates) stack the tables and chairs away and then brush the floor, the nuns handle most of the kitchen itself but sometimes come out to help us clear plates. So the back kitchen nun came out to help me collect the plates off a particularly big table and I find a wallet sitting on one of the chairs, so I hand it to her and the first thing she does is open it and look in it and then looks at me like "Oh it's empty, isn't that a shame" and then tucks it away and walks back into the kitchen.
... damn.... there may be a reason she's a back kitchen Nun.