A very distinguished lady was on a flight returning from Switzerland when she found herself seated next to a kindly-looking priest.
She leaned over and said, “Excuse me, Father, could I ask you a favor?”
“Of course, my child,” he replied warmly. “What can I do for you?”
The woman sighed. “Here’s the problem — I bought myself this new, sophisticated hair-removing gadget in Switzerland. I paid an enormous sum for it, and unfortunately I’ve gone over the duty-free declaration limit. I’m worried they’ll confiscate it at customs. Would you be willing to hide it under your cassock?”
The priest chuckled. “I could do that, my child. But you must realize — I cannot tell a lie.”
“Oh, Father,” she smiled, “you have such an honest face. I’m sure they’ll never ask you anything.” She slipped the small device into his hands, and he tucked it away.
When they landed and reached customs, an officer looked at the priest and asked politely, “Father, do you have anything to declare?”
The priest smiled serenely. “From the top of my head to my waist, I have nothing to declare.”
The officer, slightly puzzled, asked, “And from your waist down?”
“Well,” the priest replied, “I have a marvelous little instrument designed for use on women, but which has never been used.”
Customs waved him right through.
