A well-dressed socialite found herself seated beside a kindly priest on her flight from Geneva. Nervously clutching an expensive hair removal device, she turned to him with pleading eyes. “Father,” she whispered, “I’ve gone over the customs limit. Could you possibly hide this under your robe? They’d never suspect you!”
The priest smiled gently. “I’ll help, my child, but remember – I cannot lie.” Confident in his honest demeanor, she handed over the contraband gadget.
At customs, the officer eyed the clergyman. “Anything to declare, Father?”
“From my head to my waistband, nothing at all,” the priest answered truthfully.
“And below that?” the officer pressed.
The priest beamed. “There I carry a remarkable device intended for ladies’ use… though it remains untouched by human hands.”
The customs agent burst out laughing. “Move along, Father!”
