A very elegant lady was flying back from Switzerland.
On the plane, she happened to sit next to a calm, kind-looking priest.
After a moment of hesitation, she leaned toward him and whispered:
“Excuse me, Father… may I ask you a little favor?”
“Of course, my child,” the priest said warmly. “How may I help you?”
She glanced around nervously. “Well… I bought a very expensive, very special hair-removal device. I paid a fortune for it. But I went over the customs limit, and I’m afraid they’ll confiscate it.”
The priest nodded sympathetically.
She continued, “Father… would you mind hiding it under your cassock? You look so honest, I’m sure they won’t question you.”
The priest hesitated. “My child, I must warn you… I am a man of the Church. I cannot lie.”
She smiled confidently. “Your face is so pure, Father. Trust me — nobody would dare ask you uncomfortable questions.”
Feeling generous, he agreed. She slipped the small device to him discreetly.
When the plane landed, the priest walked up to customs.
The customs officer asked, “Father, do you have anything to declare?”
The priest replied serenely:
“From the top of my head to my sash, I have nothing to declare, my son.”
The officer frowned, suspicious.
“And from the sash down, Father… anything?”
With absolute sincerity, the priest answered:
“From the sash down, I possess a marvelous instrument designed for women…
and I assure you, my son… it has never been used.”
The customs officer froze — then burst into laughter.
“Go ahead, Father. NEXT!”
